A One-Night Stand With Her Ex-Husband

r son's voice, a pang of em

, are y

re you eat on time and don't stay up late. Wait for me..

ll, well, I know all about it, and wh

phone seemed to be snatched from Harley's hands, and his protesting voice could be heard, muffled a

oice came through the phone. "There's

tting worse... no medicine can fix it..." Harley's voice came again,

's your type." Cynthia tease

She's the one after me. You know how I feel about you, don

confession" so many times that i

but don't bring them around Harley, okay? If I catch

y responded, "Don't worry, Harley's guarding me like a prisoner. Even mor

g behind Gerald, endlessly talk

I'm fine. I'm still adjusting since I ju

ured, and then Harley's voice came

h a touch of reluctance. "Take care of yours

. I miss yo

*

ifted Cynthia's

e restaurant, she noticed

crowd, continuing to fight. The crowd autom

ters was Roy. She quickly spotted Hogan in the

nders, she pulled the two apart. Roy's face was bruised and

by admirers, with several young men around h

ourself. No wonder a cheap woman dumped y

ily, "WHAT THE H

d, but Cynthia gr

ith her ex-husband, then looked up at the balcony. There stood Luc

s met, sparks

face grew

en order

g her with an almost casual interest, a

g and predatory, like a

er to Hogan with the sharp click of her hee

n, she slapped hi

she coldly said,

e face flushed bright red, the contrast between the

Hogan was stunned by the slap, h

uc

zz cut, suddenly rushed toward Cynthia, fis

t a low laugh, as if a long-sought myste

gets, but the fact that he smiled a

by the collar, but Hogan spoke ag

d these men were just pawns. The real mastermi

nce more, Lucien was still standing on the balco

mpanions grumbled, his eyes full of anger, wishin

Hogan said, rubbing his f

The woman who b

n sn

y supposed to descri

Or is it, well, someone L

remained motionless, his eyes stil