Then she pressed the button. "It's me." "Yes." Stacy lowered her eyes and walked back to the living room. She didn't speak, holding the phone and waiting for him to speak. "I'm at your downstairs. Are you free now? I want to see you." They were silent for a moment before Ryan spoke. Stacy answered faintly and hung up the phone. She took off the apron, walked to Henric's room and knocked on the door. "Henric, I have something to do downstairs. Grandma will be back soon. Don't go out." Henric stood by the window and was looking downstairs. Ryan was talking to Janet. When he heard the voice of Stacy, he responded, "Okay." Stacy changed her shoes and went downstairs. In the park, Ryan was talking to Janet. Ryan wanted to hug Stephanie, but Janet didn't let him do it. "She is naughty." In the past, Janet had never rejected him. This time, Ryan clearly felt the alienation of Janet. Knowing that Ryan's mother had met Stacy, Jan
This place was neither like a bar nor a restaurant. It was very fancy and quiet. Occasionally, one or two people would pass by. Stacy was confused. "What's this place?" " Bar." Ryan pulled her and walked toward the private room at the end of the corridor. Stacy frowned. "It's rare to see such a quiet bar." "This is a private bar, not open to the public, only for some people," Ryan explained, "it's quiet here." "Oh." Soon they arrived at the private room. Ryan opened the door, the warm yellow light was a little dim. It was a big room, behind it was a row of black leather sofas, with a round table in front, on which there were two bottles of red wine and two wine glasses. Stacy looked at Ryan. "Have you arranged it in advance?" Ryan's face froze, and he quickly recovered and said naturally, "I am a VIP guest here. This is a fixed private room, and the wine in it is also stored here by me." Stacy came in and said, "I remember that you
Just as Ryan was about to take off her pants, her cell phone in her pocket suddenly rang. Ryan quickly took out the mobile phone that was ringing in her pocket. It was Henric. It was Henric who called. He stared at the screen and held the phone with his fingers. After hesitating for a few seconds, he pressed the answer button. If he didn't answer the phone, he was afraid that it would cause unnecessary suspicion. "Hey, mommy, why haven't you come back yet?" Henric's voice came over. He softened his tone to make his voice sound calm. "Your mommy has gone to the bathroom. She'll be back in a while." "Oh, uncle. Tell her to come back early. My sister is looking for her and she doesn't want to sleep." "Okay." As soon as he finished, Ryan immediately hung up the phone. Stacy was lying on the sofa, her eyelashes fluttered. She seemed to hear someone talking, but she couldn't open her eyes. Ryan put the mobile phone on the tabl
After entering the room, Harry put her on the bed. Then, he went to the bathroom and soaked a towel for her to wipe her face. The more he looked at her, the more annoyed he became. He dropped the towel, stood in front of her, and said in a depressed tone, "What happened? What happened to you?" Thinking of Ryan's behavior, Stacy trembled. She didn't know how to say or what to say. "Speak." All of a sudden, he grabbed Stacy's shoulders and stared into her eyes. "Tell me, did you have sex with him?" He looked annoyed. Stacy shook her head. If she didn't wake up...she didn't dare to think about it. She never thought that Ryan would do this to her. Harry was still furious. "Who did it?" Stacy pursed her lips and said nothing. She just trembled with her body in her arms. "I'm asking you!" He bit his teeth and couldn't suppress his anger. Stacy opened her eyes and burst into tears. She still didn't say a word,
Stacy didn't know what to say. She tried to remove his leg, but it was too heavy. She could not push it away at all. Stacy could only give up and stop moving. She turned her head and looked at the phone on the table. She reached out her hand to grab it. Fortunately, the landline was close to her and she got it easily. She dialed the service number and said, "Hello, can you buy me a set of clothes? I'll give you money when you come back." "Sure, but what size do you need?" "S." "Okay." When Stacy was about to hang up the phone, the same voice came from the phone. "What is your room number? I will send it to you later." Stacy didn't know. "No. 88." His low, husky voice sounded like he had just woken up. Stacy turned her head and saw Harry staring at her with half-closed eyes. When did he wake up? "Room No. 88," Stacy said in the phone. "Okay." After hanging up the phone, Stacy put down the phone.
Then another text message came in, which was also sent by Jack. He lowered his head and looked at the screen of his mobile phone. The message was: [There is no monitor set up in the private room of the club for the privacy of the guests, and only the corridor's monitor is available. This is a video about Miss Morgan that night.] [Loraine was here before last night...] What he said was subtle, but Harry knew that what happened to Stacy had something to do with her. Or it could be said that she was the one who had set up this. Stacy knew that she was scheming against her, she should be wary of her and would not fall into her trap. With the intention of inquiry, he clicked on the video. Downloading 100%. The video soon showed up. Stacy stumbled and ran in the corridor. She was very panic and looked very embarrassed. "Stacy..." Soon he saw who was chasing her. Ryan! His face changed, and there was a cold light i
He was still young, and his ability was limited, so he could only work with this unfaithful man for the time being. Harry looked down at the little guy. At such a young age, he knew that he should protect Stacy. He knew how to be grateful. He had to admit that Stacy educated him very well. A loving mother would have a dutiful son. That was exactly how they looked like. At this time, a waiter came to clean up the table and collected the used bowls and chopsticks. He wiped the residue with a rag. No one knew how many times the rag had been used. It was already dirty and there was still oil on the wiped table. Henric pulled out the chair and said, "Sit down." He climbed up the chair skillfully and waited for Stacy to bring him food. "You dislike such a place?" Henric looked at him. Harry glanced at him, pulled out his chair and sat down. It was not because he disliked it, but because he had never come to such a place to eat
Stacy didn't know what to say. Considering that Eddy would come over later, she did not say anything. Anyway, she had nothing to do recently. Angela was in charge of the decoration of the store. She hadn't been so idle for a long time. After giving birth to Henric and Stephanie, she had to prepare for the exam. When she started to work, she did not relax in the past few years. So it was good to take a break in the next few days. She leaned back on the chair and relaxed her body. She pulled out the hand that was held by Harry and said, "Focus on driving." His hand suddenly became empty, as if there were a lot of things missing. Harry held the steering wheel, and he still felt empty. There seemed to be something missing in his heart. Only when he was close to this woman would he feel better. The red light was on at the intersection. He put his hand on Stacy's thigh subconsciously. Stacy didn't know what to say. This person