When he had time to go out and play, Stacy asked her son to play with him. She was afraid that his eyes would be bad if he kept playing games. Unfortunately, as soon as they went downstairs, they saw Thera. Thera looked at the four people coming out of the elevator and asked with a smile, "Are you going out?" Harry sneered and said, "Mr. White, you're really a ghost." Thera was not angry. She smiled and said, "Mr. Louise, you're flattering me." He looked at Stacy and said, "I know there is a place suitable for children to play here. I'll show you the way." Thera didn't ask, but directly made a decision. "Since you have come to my place, you should be treated by me. If there is something that you don't take good care of, please forgive Miss Zong and Miss Morgan." Since Thera had already said that, it was not appropriate for Stacy to refuse. She glanced at Harry and smiled faintly. "Then, please, Mr. White." "No problem." Thera smiled and s
He had no time to care about how cold the water was. He just wanted to swim to her side quickly. In the midst of the upside-down of the sky and earth, Stacy seemed to see Harry swimming toward her. She wanted to wave her hands and shout his name, but her body was out of her control. Her feet seemed to be entangled by something, pulling her down. Harry, Harry... large mouthfuls of water poured into her throat and drowned her words. "Stacy " He came out of the water and took a deep breath, then dived into the bottom of the water to look for her. Soon, he saw that she was entangled by the water grass and struggled desperately, but he couldn't get rid of her. He quickly swam over, hugged her, buckled her head, pressed her lips, and breathed in. Stacy widened his eyes as if he had found the straw to save his life. She hugged him tightly. Harry pushed her away and shook his head to her. He dived deeper into the bottom of the water to get rid o
Stacy was burning in a daze, and she didn't hear what Qing Harry said. She only heard the sentence that I won't touch you, so she let go of her hand. Harry took off her sweater. There was still water on her white skin. She was cold, her body was shaking, and her body was twisting. She wanted to find a warm place. Harry looked at her naked body and her Adam's apple was rolling up and down. He had to admit that her appearance was very attractive. Her delicate body, which was flushed because of fever, and her wet hair was sticking to her cheek. She looked like a charming woman. When she was crazily tangling her hair, her sweat soaked her hair, and she looked like she was too weak to be charming. Harry felt hot and dry all over his body. If Stacy was not sick, he would not tolerate it this time. He took a deep breath before stretching out his hand to take off her bra. She had once given birth to a child, but her chest was still straight, without any side cleavage. Like a
"I see that you have something to say." Thera tried to convince the bodyguards, but the bodyguards' attitude was firm. His duty was to prevent any irrelevant people from coming in, and he couldn't let them in unless there was a day. Thera frowned and thought, "Why can't this man get away with it?" "I have something important to tell you..." "Is there anything important about Mr. White?" Harry stood in the corridor. There was no expression on his face. The corners of his mouth were slightly pursed and his eyes were as sharp as blades. His eyes and brows were still sharp and clear in the corridor, and he had a tough momentum. "Have you investigated what happened today and come to give me an explanation?" Thera knew that she was in the wrong, so she apologized first. "I was too careless. I let Yedda know my whereabouts, so..." In fact, he was not on guard against Yedda at all, so Yedda followed him easily. He didn't know that Stacy would fall into
A thunder struck Yedda's heart. She froze in place, letting go of Thera's hand bit by bit. She didn't deserve him either. She was dirty, and her body was dirty. "I'm no longer worthy of him. I'm not worthy of him." She was terrified and at a loss for what to do. She kept stepping back, fearing that the filth on her body would stain Thera. She hated, hated, hated, hated the person who had raped her, resented the unfairness of her fate. "It's too late to get back." Thera patiently persuaded her with the last patience, hoping that she could understand and admit her mistake. He thought that Stacy would definitely give her a chance to make a fresh start, given Stacy's kindness. "Ha, ha, ha..." Yedda laughed, and her laughter grew louder and louder. Her eyes turned red, and she stared at Thera, who could not hide her disappointment. "It's you who should be lost. It's you, Thera!" Thera closed her eyes. She knew clearly that Yedda was hopeless. He had
The world turned upside down, and the two people in the room kissed each other, as if there were only the two of them in the world. Harry took off his clothes and pressed down again. Just as he was about to finish his last step, someone knocked on the door. "Harry, Thera sent him here." Boyce's voice came in, bringing Stacy, whose head was blank, back to reality. She instinctively pushed Harry on her body. At this moment, Harry's face was hidden in the dark, gloomy and nervous. "Aren't you going to check it now?" Boyce knew that Stacy had a fever. "No matter what, Harry can't take advantage of me, can he?" So he thought that the reason why Harry stayed in the room must be to accompany Stacy. He didn't think about anything else. Stacy felt his tight body and extremely suppressed emotions at the moment. She shook his hand. "I've promised you that I won't go back on my word. Next time." The dim light hid his trembling eyelids, an
"You guys are investigating me?" Yedda jumped up crazily and tried to fight with Boyce. That was her secret and she did not allow anyone to know it. Her feet were tied up. The moment she jumped up, she fell back to the ground. Boyce smiled and understood that this was her weakness, so he continued to stimulate her. "You were pregnant when you were 16 years old, and you were born, but... you were dead." "Shut up, shut up!" Yedda roared. She shook her head. Boyce's words were like muffled thunder, cutting straight down from her top and separating her blood from her flesh. Sometimes she was crazy, and sometimes she was like a lifeless puppet lying on the ground. On the second floor. Thera frowned. Boyce only said two simple sentences, but these two sentences shocked him a lot. Yedda was pregnant at the age of sixteen? And gave birth to a child? This was also a bolt out of the blue for him. A 16-year-old girl was still underage. Now, he
Yedda knew that it was useless to beg for his adopted mother, so he climbed to the side of his adopted father's feet. "Save him. He is your child. You can't watch him be gouged into the well." "Bitch." Yedda's words provoked her adopted mother. She grabbed the baby who had cut off the cord in the future. It was naked, and her body was stained with Yedda's blood. At the moment Yedda's adopted mother mentioned him, he cried. "Wow! Wow! Wow!" His voice was particularly loud. Yedda crawled to grab her mother's leg. There was a meandering bloodstain on the ground. She held her mother's leg and kowtowed until she was bleeding. "Please, don't lose my child, please. I beg you, I'll be a good horse for you, please..." "That's a beautiful try. Do you think I don't know that you want to raise this kid to earn some money with your son?" Her adopted mother kicked her away. Yedda fainted. When she woke up, she was still lying in the bed in the room. The sun was ve