The Love Book

It looked like a cold war, but she knew in her heart that the relationship was so nonchalant from the beginning to the end, he was probably not angry, maybe he was just starting to get sick of her, right?

If she still does nothing, it will only drive him further and further away from her.

When the man heard her words, he finally lifted those cold eyes, his eyes filled with mockery almost drowning her, “Angry? What do I need to be angry about? Did you lie to me about your gynecological disease, or about the miscarriage of your child? The former, I’m not interested in forcing a woman, the latter, I don’t want what you don’t want, it’s irrelevant, what do I need to be angry about?” Phoebe Barnes, you think too highly of yourself.

Phoebe Barnes kept her head down, the light was too dim to see the expression on her face, only the fingers hanging down at the sides were slightly squeezed.

The moment was as humiliating as having her skin ripped off, and Emily Bryrant’s slap on set didn’t make her feel so embarrassed at this point.

Indeed, she was so presumptuous that she thought he could carry herself back from the mall to show that she was not without a little impression in his heart over the past two years, but it turns out that she was making a fool of herself after all.

The fingers are almost clasped into the palm, the joints are flushed with white, breathing slightly aggravated, she forced down the sourness of her heart to raise her small face to look at him.

Eyes red, some aggression, and these aggression hidden in the eyes and a few more stubborn clear mans, “Since you are not in anger, and do not care, why do you want to split, split …”

“Separate rooms?” The corners of the man’s lips lifted slightly in an arc, suffused with ridicule, “You don’t want to say I’m angry with you because … you made a mistake, do I have to pay that much?”

Phoebe Barnes’ face went steeply white.

He is a normal man, but even more rarely will repress himself, he now prefers to choose to share a room, it can be seen … this time things or let him from the heart to her began to resent …

A woman who is hated, what should she be worried about now?

She couldn’t imagine how horrible it would be if another woman … appeared beside him.

Closed her eyes, her lips almost bitten, she suddenly walked to him, lowered her eyebrows, and prayed periodically, “My fault … you do not want to share a room, I … I do not want to be alone. ”

Already accustomed to his body heat every night, even just sniffing his body scent, can make her feel comfortable and safe, even if it is deadly, she does not want the distance between the two pulled further away.

That was the determination Phoebe Barnes had in mind.

The man looked close to the woman beside him, shoulder-length hair tied casually, very petite, low voice, as soft as flocculent, the body still seems to be left with the smoke of the kitchen, delicate face hung with a few points of aggression and a few points of pity.

The darkness under his eyes thickened, he leaned back, raised his hand and cupped her jaw, gazing at her for half a second, his lips gradually tinged with a thin cold smile, “Phoebe Barnes, are you showing off your acting skills in front of me? One set doesn’t work and then another?”

This man seems to be born with an intimidating darkness and arrogance in his bones, silent but able to penetrate every corner.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Phoebe Barnes eyelashes fluttered gently, her small hand subconsciously stroking the large palm on her chin, “No, it’s not, I’m not used to … sleeping alone.”

The cold touch on his hand made the mockery in Kemp Ross’s eyes thicker, raising his eyebrows and hooking his lips, “You’re asking me …”

“I, ah!”

With a short scream, Kemp Ross suddenly snapped her wrists and brought her whole body down on the corner of the table.