บททั้งหมดของ A Dangerous Atrophy: บทที่ 201 - บทที่ 210

Jane Dunn really had not met anyone like Haydn Soros!“Hey, why are you daydreaming? Get on.”Under the banyan tree, the white-shirt man was still standing there just like yesterday. Today, however, there was a bicycle with him.“...”“Stop daydreaming already. C’mon, get on.”“... Why are you here again?”A dazzling smile emerged on Haydn Soros’ face. “Why can’t I come?”It was not that he could not come, but she never thought that he would still turn up in front of her after what went d

Jane Dunn thought that this would all be over after lunch.Clearly, someone thought otherwise. There was a trace of helplessness in Jane Dunn’s eyes. “Mr. Soros, you have eaten the beef noodle soup now.” ‘And you ate three bowls too!’“Mm-hmm. The beef noodle soup is pretty good.”“...” “Can you stop following me, Mr. Soros?” Why was this person just like sticky candy?“I told you, Mr. Soros. If you’re rich, then bring the money to East Emperor. I will not disappoint you. You can do what

They left East Emperor and had their supper.At the night market, she allowed Hadyn Soros to hold her hand as they shuttled their way through the crowd.Of course, it was inevitable for odd looks to be darted their way.“Where are we going this time?” This was not the way back to East Emperor. Haydn Soros drove his Maserati and took another route.“You’ll know when we get there.”“Didn’t we agree to just have supper?”“Of course we need to take a stroll after eating supper.” ‘…Anyone w

A black Bentley pulled over not far away. Hidden in the night and under the shady tree, it was not quite noticeable.On the backseat, Alora said reverently, “Thanks for giving me a ride home, Mr. Stewart. I’ll get going now, Mr. Stewart.” Having said that, she reached out and grabbed the door handle.Alora exerted some force and pulled the door handle. She was just about to push the door open when a hand stretched out from an angle, pressing firmly at the back of her hand. Alora was startled a

Haydn Soros chuckled and asked, “Your thing? What could Mr. Stewart be referring to?”“I’m sure you are well aware of it, so why do I even need to say it aloud?”“If Mr. Stewart is referring to Jane...” The smile on Haydn Soros’ lips gradually faded. “She’s a living person, not an item that belongs to anyone.”There was not a trace of emotion on Sean Stewart’s good-looking face. He gazed at the other party and said, “I’ve warned you before. Even if I don’t want my things, it’s still not someo