Twice she had made the irreversible decision to leave.
As the saying goes, things shouldn't happen three times…
It was only natural for the man to be a bit melodramatic at this time.
Because he was afraid, afraid that she would leave again.
Forsythia Brown returned to her room, took a shower in the bathroom, and then entered the dressing room to choose a very sensual nightgown to wear. She twirled in front of the mirror and felt quite pleased with herself.
Although she had been a slave for half a year and gotten quite tanned, the darker skin made her look more colorful, healthier.
Gem Atkinson, as long as you love me, you will definitely be mine.
With that thought, Forsythia nodded to herself with satisfaction. Then she walked over to the bed, looked at the little creature sleeping soundly, and gently tapped its nose, saying, "Beas, as they say, make it quick and decisive. I don't believe I can't handle your dad."
