Charles’s POV After sending the last email, I finally finished my work today. I massaged my temples and looked out the window. The setting sun had sunk into the forest in the distance, turning the sky orange-red. I left my desk and stood at the window to enjoy the short-lived view. I was surpris
I pressed his shoulder to get him to sit down again. "Shh... OK, OK, keep your voice down. I don't want anyone to notice us." "You're right." That conversation sobered Billy up. "Two whiskeys!" He ordered two new ones for both of us. But when it came to curses, Selena married me without incident
Charles’s POV Soon after the game started, I felt very bored. I rolled my eyes and squinted at their game. Although the two boxers on the stage looked very imposing, their boxing skills were really very elementary. Billy fidgeted around me. "This game sucks, right?" I asked him. Billy tugged
Billy popped up from behind me. "You know..." I raised my hand to stop him. "I'll give you five times your f*e. You can get your money from old Henry right now. Oh, and remember to leave your equipment behind. Is it clean?" The tall man was stunned. After a while, he quickly nodded and said, "Ye
Charles’s POV In the darkness, I felt something soft touching my face. It is very warm and very familiar, making me feel at ease and want to be close to it. I struggled in my dark sleep, trying to wake up. When I finally opened my eyes, I saw long blonde hair, followed by a thin neck, pink lips,
My face suddenly became hot, and I felt embarrassed to cover my chest with my robe. Penelope stood across from me, admiring her long pink manicure (a new look, a beauty I'll never understand) , and said casually, "Don't cover it up. I've seen it so many times in training." What the... ... My fac
Charles’s POV Selena and I walked out of the bar in silence until she led me to a car in the parking lot. The streetlights were dim, and the huge parking lot was like a dark maze. My head is still a little dizzy. I squinted at the car in front of me. "Whose car is this?" I remember Selena's do
"Don't listen to her. Who is your boss? Me or my mother?" I asked Selena. "It's you." "Then listen to me. Your job is to be my luna. It's your job to have s.ex, not to have kids. Got It?" The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat ambiguous. In the enclosed space of the car, all the senses are ma