CHAPTER 389: CHAPTER 389: WOMAN, FIVE YUAN A TIME? (4)

He and she.

Just like that, with no barriers anymore, they fused inseparably into one.

It seems this madness once again turned the wheels of fate. She and he, despite all grievances and affections, ended up entangled together again.

Neither willing to let go.

His breath was heavy, over her body, when suddenly a tear dropped onto her cheek.

Just now.

A rush of memory broke through his mind...

The missing memories of this period arrogantly flooded into his mind... Oh heavens, what had he done?

Those things.

Those things that drove her to collapse...

He did them all.

The small woman beneath him had been tormented by him until she fell asleep, but his whole body was trembling, and even his breath lost its rhythm, shuddering incessantly.

He had lived for more than twenty years.

He had never cried before!

In the past, he had suffered various injuries, been kidnapped as a child, tortured by enemies, assassinated, and had gritted his teeth to endure every scar without shedding a single tear...

But just now.

That rush of memory broke through his mind.

His whole body petrified... his eyes bloodshot, tears like broken pearls fell onto her lips.

Wife...

No wonder she couldn’t remember him.

No wonder...

No wonder she knew nothing anymore.

No wonder she subconsciously chose to forget.

Inwardly devastated, a metallic taste rose in his throat, then a mouthful of blood surged up, which he swallowed back forcefully.

His fingertips trembled slightly.

With a large hand gently holding her, he embraced her, just like that, holding her, gently caressing.

He didn’t close his eyes the entire night.

Just gently holding her, cautiously, afraid of breaking her, occasionally mocking himself, sometimes kissing her forehead.

Buddha said: ’If there were no debts from the past, how could we ever meet?’

But she owed him nothing; why must she be involved with such a bastard like him?

"Wife~"

He held her like that, not knowing whether to feel happy or sad in his heart. Anyway, it was a feeling he had never experienced before.

Being with her: the sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy seemed all there, but in the future, he only wanted the sweet, no more of anything else.

Having roamed the Sovereign Empire for many years, he had long trained his "Vajra Unbreakable Body," and outside, he had been so influential...

But here with her.

He lost completely.

*

The next day.

The faint light of dawn filtered through the vintage curtains onto the plush, heavy carpet of the room.

Eva Nightingale rubbed her head.

In the latter half of the night, she slept exceptionally comfortably.

Comfortably, comfortably?

She was dazed for a few seconds, lifted the quilt, and found herself completely naked.

Moreover, her body was covered in kiss marks of varying depths.

Oh my god, what good deeds had she done last night?

Drinking Wahaha, milk milk, ended up dizzy from milk, and then, looking for the toilet, was then... by a man...

Ah ah ah!

Why didn’t she just die?

Ah ah ah, oh mom, it’s over! She’s pregnant and still went on to ruin a handsome man. When did she become so disgraceful!

She really wanted to slap herself unconscious.

Just as she was about to slap herself, the door opened with a "click."

A tall, upright figure entered, his entire being exuding a noble and abstinent aura.

One word: cold.

He carried a natural nobility, just standing there made him appear superior.

"Sir..." Was this man the one she slept with last night? Oh Emma, this handsome man was ruined by her so shamelessly, shame, shame! How shameful!

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