The Three Little Guardian Angels

Chapter 1122

Xyla struggled to get herself out of Yorrick’s arms but to no avail. She raised her head to look at him and asked, “When you said you’re going to put me on the blacklist, you were lying, right?”

Yorrick narrowed his eyes. “Yet you still fell for it.”

‘My dad is right!

She gnashed her teeth and asked again,” So, that means you’re toying with me?”

Yorrick secured her tightly in his arms and leaned in closer. There was a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he said,” I thought you’re a smart woman, but it seems like I’m wrong. You’re just as naive as other people.” Xyla took a deep breath to calm herself down. “Do you think this is fun?” Yorrick looked at her, but he did not say anything. “I’m sure you have a lot of fun fooling me around like a monkey, right, Yorrick? You said you don’t want to get too involved in a relationship, so I went along with you. You have so many women by your side, so why can’t you just let me go?”

herself anymore and cried. She lowered her head, and her chest was huffing up and down rapidly. In the next second, she calmed herself down and forced her tears back into her eyes. “That’s

to leave, Yorrick grabbed her into his arms once again. He cupped her chin with his finger

“I approached you? You were the one who approached me

her to raise her head. “I was the one who approached you, but who was the

and her heart stopped

talked to me when I decided to end our deal. Xyla, I’ve given you a chance to get out of this, but you were the one who threw the chance away.” She froze in his arms, and

explanation for what? Do you think I don’t know what you want? You want to do this to me as well, aren’t you?” Yorrick smiled coldly. “If not, why didn’t you say no when I was sleeping with you? Are you sure you don’t have a thing for-” Xyla gave him a huge slap across his face, causing his head to turn sideways and a red welt to appear on his cheek. She expressionlessly picked up her

Yorrick again for ten days after returning to Bassburgh from the Persian Gulf. She changed her phone number and postponed

one by one, and no one would be talking about

“Xy, you haven’t been taking any jobs for the past

“I just want to

“Where are