Monica followed behind him to the garden. Her gaze was all about the scenery, beautiful as a painting.
"I didn't expect your home to be this beautiful." Monica sighed softly.
"In the future, this place will be your home too." The man stopped, and when she walked to his side, his palm gently wrapped her slender fingers.
Obviously, she felt a slight tremble in her entirety, and it seemed like he had guessed what she was thinking, so he said, "Are you trying to mention this again?"
Monica's beautiful eyes lifted up and she was a little surprised. How could this man always guess her thoughts?
"Even if it's not right, it's too late. I won't let me escape from the woman I am." The man suddenly declared.
Monica could not help but laugh: "Then give it a try and see if I can escape."
"You really want to run away? Why?" Stinson's handsome face stiffened, his eyes filled with danger.
Monica was only joking with him. Unexpectedly, he had taken it seriously.
"You're the most perfect man I've ever met. Wealthy, rich, and well—educated. This is the ideal person that many women dream of. There's also a layer of thought in people's minds. This kind of oppression will make people feel unreal. "Monica allowed him to hold her hand tightly and move forward step by step. Sue.
"Then, you can forget about all of this. Just focus on me." Stinson understood what she meant. Indeed, sometimes it wasn't the external pressure, but the fact that there was something in her heart that couldn't be passed on. A painful experience.
"Of course, I'll be prepared to leave at any time. With this, I can have the courage to be with you." Monica lowered her head and smiled.
"If this makes you feel at ease, I'm fine, but I'll never let you have a reason to leave." Stinson felt that this woman was awake and might have something to do with her growing up. It was not unacceptable. On the contrary, he felt very distressed.
There was a happy laughter in front of him, and he suddenly dragged her forward.
Monica was not prepared enough, she was pulled forward by him, her long hair flew up along with her, like they are running after the happiness.
"Look." The man took her and stood at an intersection. When he saw a large green grass field in front of him, Gabe was playing with his ant and uncle.
"ant, I'm scared ..." The little guy was sitting on a small buggy, and Suzanne and Olivia were playing against each other. The little guy was sitting in the car, tied with a seat belt, his two hands tight He held onto the handrail and shouted.
"Don't worry, I will protect you, and if we win, we will have a prize." Suzanne blinked at her nephew.
"Then ... what if we lost??" The little guy asked with tremble.
"If you lose, you have to sing a song." When Suzanne saw the little guy's panicking expression, she suddenly laughed. It was too much fun.
"I don't know how to sing."
Don't your school teach you how to sing?" Suzanne asked him as she drove to chase Olivia's car and was about to hit him.
After all, Olivia was older than her, and there was a nephew in the car.
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