Aurora was carried into the villa by Cyril in a imposing manner, and all the servants bowed their heads and pretended not to see it, and left one by one.
She was thrown onto the soft, tidy sofa, despite the bursts of pain coming from her wrists clutched by Cyril, she snickered behind Cyril's back. The smile on the corner of her mouth hid in the nook of the man's hot neck.
As expected, she deliberately asked Joy to take pictures and send them to Arvin to show off. She bet that Cyril would definitely show up, and she will win this bet.
To act, it must be true. She screamed in defiance and reluctantly called Cyril a rascal, only to be dragged up by Cyril, tearing her pleated skirt. The half-baring shoulders made her more charming.
