"When you are pregnant with a child, you will receive a more valuable gift." Thera put the box back in front of Cyril. "Then I'll give it to you, here's your tip for two nights."
The authority of Cyril was most directly provoked. He pinched her jaw and said, "don't you think you're too arrogant?" "Do you feel insulted?" Thera looked at him and said sincerely. "I just treated you the way you insulted me."
This girl...
"Do you think it's great to have money?" The two looked at each other face to face. Cyril's eyes were cold and frightening, but at the same time the momentum of Thera was not weaker than him at all! It was said that one thing falls one thing, and he had never met anyone who dared to be so presumptuous with him.
"I'm curious about what your family does." "They are ordinary citizens who are not worth mentioning and no more powerful than you." He didn't believe she could be so bold if she had such a background.
Thera sneered, this life she would never marry a powerful family, and would no longer have contact with anyone associated with a powerful family! She was just an ordinary girl, and she was not worthy of these powerful family.
At this moment, a man's face raised in her mind, he holding her in his arms, his eyes were like a piece of obsidian, staring at her.
How clearly she remembered the way he stared at her, the burning temperature of his chest. In church, he vowed to love her, that he would marry her, and that if he fell in love with another girl, he would go to hell.
But not long after, he held the hand of another girl. And his explanation for her was a family decision, and he couldn't refuse it. Her heart had a twitching pain. If he didn't hide that he came from a powerful family, she wouldn't have loved him at all.
It was he who had to pursue her and got in touch with her, causing her to believe in him and falling in love with him, and hurting her hard. It would be enough to have one such experience. Thera's heart hurt so much, like being poked back and forth by a sharp knife.
Her body trembled a little, and she even breathed in a hurry. Cyril looked at her pale face, reached out to touch her, but she suddenly dodged: "Don't touch me!" "what do you think of?" He jokingly said, "it seems to be very unhappy." "Don't worry about it."
"Are you thinking about love?" He looked at her "A man?" He was right! The girl looked up more violently and stared at him: "It's none of your business. You just need to take care of yourself." He was unhappy for a moment.
He had a spirit cleanliness, and no girl who had sex with him could have anyone else in her heart. This was his strong possessiveness. And his identity had the ability to carry out his possessive desire!
"Does it have anything to do with me? you'll know later." He pinched her chin, "but I'll make you forget him soon." "For what?" She really didn't like his arrogant tone, as if he were in charge of everything in the world.
"Because you met me!"