Trapped in the Two-Faced President

, Anne left

s specially prepared for Anne and Mary. Anne was very quiet in t

think nonsense about today's matter. It is late and you can r

nd she was a little nervous

ight,

room and closed the door. She rubbed her sl

it was the abusive and bullying of Kate and her daughter. She should have taken the responsibility of taking care of her mo

hadn't com

ed to catch a glimpse of the black tweed jacket at the end of the bed. She won

h the jacket in her arms. She struggled in he

ho

d squeezed her fingertips

glass and got up. The d

f casual clothes, he was languid and lazy, and he was smi

ou still n

fit, leaving his strong chest exposed. She was only a seventeen-year-old girl, a

your

er hair. His warm fingers gently fondled her earlobe,

ut things haven't been sorted out yet and I am worried if you go home alone. You are rather introverted and won't

a senior who cared about

to have w

id, "You're always apologizing to

e blushed slightly and s

the case, don't

d and covered the blanket under the attention of Wilson. He sat down on t

hile, "Why didn't you tell me when you were aggravated when you just went out to

s startled as she bi

would never have let go of Bruce

ad. He carried the fragrance of fresh bath milk, all the bath milk in th

grievances that had been pent up for a long time, a

Wilso

and reached into the den and squeezed her cool little han

y you. These things are too complicated, and you do n

. A cold light flashed in his eyes as he put hi

y, Anne,

grieving, but her tears couldn'

ten minutes, and Wilson

o of her. He heartily dried her tears and caressed

and her littl

d laid down and cowered under the covers, re

night

ht Uncle

nal trepidation and anxiety faded away after she