Compared to Erika's composure, Samuel seemed very lost.
He stared at that beautiful and graceful figure in a daze, even if she was thirty-seven years old, she still showed the charm of the stunning years.
How can these words be spoken?
Such a gentle woman turned so vicious that he was powerless in front of her.
Samuel stepped forward subconsciously. He reached out his hand to hug her. Whenever he felt warm, he could clearly feel each other's temperature.
But when he was just a step closer, Erika raised her eyebrows and muttered tiredly, "Mr. Samuel, let me go."
Samuel's hand stopped in midair, his eyes full of complexity for a long time. He asked in a hoarse voice, "Erika, don't you love me anymore?"
He was used to the figure of this woman who took care of everything for him every day.
He was also used to her genuine care every day.
