Mr. Jones, You Have the Wrong Wife!

y at night, with the trees on the sid

was not good. In the end, it was decided to send Spence

d of each other's breathing spreading in the confined space, a fai

ike the smell of

on Spencer was

ill do my best to make up for the losses caused

curled his lips

s over, the man's clear voice sounded

into the water causing ripples to spread out i

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e ground and came to an abrupt

r kept ap

revulsion surged up. Scarlet acted quickly, pourin

let considerately handed him a bottle

wed his brows

t worry." Spencer fell silent, staring at her for a

encer had fallen asleep. Scarlet had to hel

of the mirror and adjusted her neckline below her collarbone. She rev

o get up and leave, suddenly slipped under his feet,

lwood fragrance with alcohol on him, Scarlet's mind was a mess, and the inapp

hes, ambiguous gasps

ont of her, not knowing when his dark and profound eyes had already opened,

ce you're awake,

t up, but due to losing balance,

d down, his eyes unconsciously fal

m always gave him a stra

an il

nly thing he could be certain o

this, Spencer

hanging on her nose, staring at her clear and beautiful eyes and brows covered by the gl

her mouth. Scarlet's emotional experiences were practically blank, unable to withstand his deliberate and skillful t

ul cry, abruptly interrupting the hot an

sober. Scarlet was frightened and quickly jumped off his lap, "Um, Mr. Jone

ke a startled rabbit, dis

d his shirt, his heated emotion

d a soft body pressed tightly against him. Kira exha

h her in her bag again. She turned around and headed towards the door, on

ad a woma

, then threw down the plan and t