Take My Cold Boss Home

When they got into the car, Jack's face was still gloomy, and Lily didn't want to talk to him.

Why did he lose his temper for no reason? Couldn't he just talk nicely? Why did he have to pull a long face?

She couldn't bear it! No way! She wouldn't take the initiative to talk.

He sped up madly and galloped on the road. Yes, he was very angry, or rather, he was furious!

He felt flustered when he saw that man was with her.

Why didn't this woman want to explain to him?

Did she still like him?

No, he would never allow such a thing to happen. His woman must be wholehearted!

When they got back to the northern suburbs and got off the car, she couldn't help vomiting.

Her face was deathly pale. The high-speed driving made her very uncomfortable, and she even had the desire to jump out of the car. But it was more important to be alive.

As a person who cherished her life, she would not haggle over such a trivial matter!

and he regretted what he had

gently patted her on

avoided

walked slowly into the room, seeming that she didn't want to

want to talk to this unreasonable man. Was it interesting to be angry for no

in the garage, Jack quickly came back and turned around to sit next to her.

unwilling to stay with

close to her, Jack leaned gently against the back of the chair.

were you

low and dangerous voice,

of your

words

biting her lips crazily until

sadly, and there was a

you trust

expect that this man would suspect her even now.

else should

believe you. I

soft finger pulps gently stroked her red and swollen lips.

her earlier than he did. Besides, he loved her