My Candy Girl

violently. She could already feel her perso

would finally be replaced. She didn't w

e struggled some mor

k almost immediately and the strength in his grip disapp

ously. His heart ached at

dn't carried her to her bed until he felt that t

k were evident under h

the notebook in

Her

t of the room holding a black suit and a pair of

s definitely

t be holding such a shabb

nto Gregorio's arms. His eyes were as dark as midnight. "Tell eve

. Although he didn't know what

bowed his head, not really knowing how to

adn't walked away, Herri

came here

ly. Herring cle

given up yet. 'How dare you com

bring Cherry to school,"

space was buildin

ed at the label on the clothes. "Mr. Herring, Mr. Noah usually wear

ell upon him again, G

ster's emotions. Wasn't what he said a good

I'll throw the

help but let his mind flash back to the fear the woman's ey

them properly before

, Herring strode out

s Gregorio tried to

that I should

he clothes' size wasn

erry? Maybe even Herring him

next

e up from

a very l

hin, flesh-colored stockings. She would wait for him at the gate until her nose would be wet

usually go to see him. She would close her eyes and try he

always pulse in anger. She rememb

r fear from a mile away, he

er dream woke her up. With

oked a

her day, dispelling the sadness in her heart. She raised

, she could feel her fingers br

y shrank back

y wrapped his hand

to see a handsome m

anding tone made her frown. She d

lled her

nk you don't know me very well, but I

e quilt from her body. Without another

he man's p

was sp

water snapped her o

her clothes. The white vintage dress made her look like an angel. She tied a towel ar

e time, she didn't

eyes, Herring

nding not to

new trick are yo

dressed up himself. He was dressed in an expen

tie that she had given him yesterday, he turned

ad allowed her to pick up th

nderstood wh

lack of expression that

with her crystal clear green hairpin. Upon

doubtedly close to her, but it seemed

im, how could she hav

sed her li

her dream – the man who had made her cry an

t him

her to look at Herr

and brushed upon her neck, emphasizing her detailed collarbone. The girl who was once pur