The man, who had been tired, became cold after he heard Stacy's words. He straightened up and leaned against the car, chuckling, "I'm here to see my wife, can't I?" Stacy frowned. How could he be so shameless? They were divorced! Harry was still in a free and easy manner. "I don't mind going in and making it clear to your son. Our relationship " "What the hell do you want?" Stacy was angry. Was he a rogue? The smile on his face suddenly disappeared. "If you don't want me to see your son, come here." Stacy stood stiffly in the same place. She thought about it for a long time. Henric was very sensitive. After what happened last time, Henric hated him very much. If he went in, how should she explain to the children who he was? Harry's eyes were blurred. He closed his eyes, but he still couldn't see clearly. He said in a hoarse voice, "I don't have much time, and I'm running of patience." Stacy moved her legs reluctantly. He wait
After that, Stacy turned around and was ready to leave. "What's your son's name?" Just as Stacy walked to the door of the bedroom, a playful male voice sounded behind her. "Henric, Stephanie?" After he arrived at A country, he got detailed information about Stacy's life in recent years from Jack. To his surprise, this woman actually had a pigeon pair. And they were very beautiful. Stacy stopped, turned around, stared at him. She clenched her hands tightly. When she met Jack, she knew that Jack was investigating her. She didn't expect that Jack managed to get her information so fast. "If you need me to go back and get divorced with you, you can just tell me, and I'm willing to do it and won't hinder your happiness. But don't you think it's too bullying to threaten me like this?" Stacy was trembling all over and couldn't stop her anger. Harry lay on the bed, with his arms on his forehead and his eyes closed. He didn't say a word.
Harry was slightly stunned. "You " As soon as he started speaking, the doorbell rang. He frowned and was not very happy that someone knocked on the door at the moment. He got up and saw Stacy's delicate and flat lower abdomen from her rolled-up clothes. He stretched out his hand to pull her clothes and looked at her. "I didn't bully you. Why are you crying?" Stacy sat up and ignored him. She turned her head and was still angry with him. Harry sighed. "I'll open the door." He had taken off his shirt and couldn't wear it anymore. He went to the bathroom to take a bathrobe and put it on. Then he went to open the door. Standing at the door was a woman in a tight purple dress. She had a hot figure and curly hair with golden waves. Her slender thighs were exposed in the air and she wore a pair of black high heels. When she saw the man who opened the door, she lifted her hair and opened her red lips. "I'm You." As she said, she walked in. "Don't worr
Stacy's attitude was very tough and she made it very clear. She would leave even if he didn't come, She had already been angry with Jack investigating her, and Harry even threatened her with her children. She was already unhappy, and now she was turned down by Jack. It would be strange if she had a good attitude. Hearing this, he didn't dare to refuse. He arrived so soon that he appeared at the door in less than ten minutes. He should be at a place not far from the hotel. Hearing the knock on the door, Stacy opened the door for him. He stood at the door with a forced smile. "Miss Morgan..." Stacy ignored him and turned back to the room. She pointed to the medicine on the table and told him how to use them and how much they should be used. Jack frowned. "What do you mean?" "Is Harry injured?" How could it be possible? It was obvious that he didn't believe it. Stacy had no time to talk nonsense with him. "If you don't beli
She didn't open the door until she heard someone said coming in. In a spacious, special office, there was a rectangular desk in the middle, with models on both sides wearing all kinds of beautiful dresses. In front of her sat an elegant old lady who wore a small suit. Her white hair was tied up in a bun behind her head, and she wore a string of deep water pearl necklace on her neck. The pearls were of equal size and bright color, matching well with the pearl earrings on her ears, showing the elegant temperament of the old lady perfectly. "Have a seat," Mrs. William said, holding a delicate box in her hand. She loved it so much that she couldn't let go of it. Stacy glanced at it and bent down to sit down. "What can I do for you?" Mrs. William put the box on the table, but her hand did not leave. She said simply, "I plan to open a branch in City B of Country Z. You will take charge of it." Leo had only one shop, and since its establishment, there had b
She did not hear any sound, so she turned around and said, "Angela " However, the person standing behind her was not the one she had expected, but someone beyond her expectation. "Why are you here?" Stacy unconsciously curled her fingers and clenched the pen in her hand. Harry looked around the house. Themed with white, the decoration style was simple and generous. "Is this where you work?" He walked to the French window and looked outside. Stacy put down the pen in her hand and stood up. "I'm asking you." Harry turned around, looked at her, and said with a chuckle, "I come here to see you." Stacy's hand behind her back held the edge of the table. She looked straight at him, trying to see through his heart. What on earth was he going to do? But she couldn't find any clue. "Have you met Mrs. William?" She asked in a certain tone. If she couldn't figure it out, who else would force her back? Harry came over and pull
Harry looked serious and said, "Since you're not excited, you'd better go back." She held her hands tightly together, and her mind was full of mixed feelings. "Can you tell me why you did this?" Did he know that he was actually saying "I like you" in this way? In fact, she felt that Harry couldn't fall in love with a woman like her, but she couldn't understand what he was doing. She could not find any other explanation. Harry stood up. Why? He didn't know either. He only knew that he wanted this woman to return to her original position. "You are my wife chosen by my mother. Of course, I can't let her down." Stacy wanted to laugh, but she couldn't. At this moment, she didn't know what expression she should have. Should she be happy or not? "Just because I was chosen by your mother, you want me to go back?" Stacy was in a state of conundrum. She didn't know why she was looking forward to hearing the answer no. Harry turned
Janet's hands, which were washing vegetables, paused for a moment. It seemed that she did not expect her daughter to suddenly ask about this. "Why do you ask?" Stacy lowered her head. "I just want to know, after all, when I was engaged to him, I was only two years old. Why did you..." "I can't remember what happened in the past." Janet didn't want to mention it. She put the washed vegetables in the frame and looked at her daughter. She sensitively found that she was abnormal. "Tell me, what's wrong with you?" Stacy could tell that Janet was not willing to tell her, so she stopped asking. Instead, she took the opportunity to sound her out. "Mrs. William will open a branch. She wants me to be in charge of it " "This is a good news." Janet answered. She pushed her daughter and said, "I'll cut vegetables." Stacy retreated to the side and leaned against the stove. She thought for a moment and said, "But the branch is located at Country Z " "What?"