Morning, First Lady

the military airpor

lit by neon lights and landed

got off and walked order

sturdy, boasted broad shoulders. Dressed in a common

e coffee bar of the ai

e slightly cast his amber eyes down. His thi

coffee. Maybe because she was nervous or exc

d over, took the coffee, turne

e plane and have asked for freshly ground coffee. And, th

nally softened his expression. Taking the cof

h shame and lowered her

quiet. On the huge screen in the middle was broadcas

fter the scene was switched, a woman got on stage and

n on stage, his hand holding the c

aithful man. After I was forced to give birth, he disap

ld her story, her ton

e bar, the man's face

s unfait

ed and forced

lips twitched slightly. His sullen gaze moved across the woman

amiliar, and his lashes

offee cup on the table, pul

tened their backs and didn't dare to breathe

of anxiety as she thought th

, find

djutant while walking. His elega

ing

ntarily looked up at

was shocked by an idea t

years ago co

me from the front. In a hurry, he stopped talki

est for the child. I need

the man walked away

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house wrote two large

ered in this area. It was considered t

e first floor was used for office and exhibiti

touch was the style he

a and Carrie immediately held e

s eyes while giggling. His c

ine till we

hrew herself on the couch like a

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efully polished it, and placed

ion at the sight of the

hen was also Valentine. When I'm hell-