Evelyn Peary stared at the items on the table in despair, a headache immediately coming on.
That stubborn, chauvinistic Yancy Hastings doesn't even like her, so why is he so terribly obstinate about this?
Evelyn Peary angrily sat by the table, turning her head away from the jewelry. She reached for her phone to call Maxwell Peary.
「Meanwhile, in a villa on the hillside」
Maxwell Peary was lying in the extra-large, incredibly soft bed of the master bedroom, holding his beloved wife in his arms.
"Tell me you love me."
The man tightly pressed Little Rabina beneath him, his voice hoarse and extremely seductive as he whispered into Rabina's ear.
The tips of her ears instantly turned pink, and every cell in her body went on high alert.
Her bright eyes watched him warily.
"I won't say it unless you say it first."
Nia Mitchell pouted, unwilling to give an inch.
It seemed like whoever confessed their love first would fall deeper and have to give more.
