After getting out of the car, Tina did not stop a taxi. Instead, she waited by the roadside until a black car pulled up in front of her.
She smiled and got in the car.
Wilson said they would continue to date.
It was dusk. She thought they were going to eat at a restaurant. To her surprise, Wilson drove her to No.1 Luxurious Residence.
She recalled the last time Wilson returned to the country, they stayed here for a short time. At that time, she was overwhelmed with emotion. Now when she was here again, she was in a different mood.
This was their home.
She was glad that nothing had changed.
Wilson said, "I haven't had any of your cooking in ages."
She asked, "Do you have any food at home?"
He smiled and nodded. "Yes, I asked Irene to buy some for me."
She opened the refrigerator and was surprised to find that it was filled with food.
She picked some and took them out.
While she was cutting vegetables, he leaned against the wall. He took off his suit and rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt. He fixed his eyes on her affectionately.
He put down the glass in his hand.
Although he knew that she and Amin were just a fake couple, he still cared. He asked bitterly, "Did you and Amin get along well after you got married?"
He had told her all about his life in New City, but he didn't ask her how she had been in the past few months.
He was afraid to hear that she had had a hard time.
She smiled and answered, "Yes, we did. Amin has good character and manners. He's a gentleman."
She was telling the truth. She didn't want Wilson to worry about her.
However, as soon as she finished speaking, she felt a pain in her waist.
He suddenly pinched her waist.
...
He was jealous because she praise Amin.
She endured the pain and tried not to laugh. She added, "He only loves his dead girlfriend. Nothing can happen between us, so we get along well."
Hearing this, he felt better.
He had heard of the story about Amin and his dead girlfriend. He heaved a sigh of relief.
As he suddenly thought of something, he stared at her apron and asked with a dark face, "Have you ever cooked for him?"
He was jealous again, so she quickly explained. "No. I only cooked for Isla, and sometimes, Amin had meals with us. However, I never cooked porridge for them. I've kept my promise to you."
He was pleased to hear that.
And he was a little moved
He stepped forward, held her waist, and kissed her.
She responded to his kiss.
However, what happened later was a little bit out of control.
She felt dizzy. When she came to her senses, she was lying on the bed in the master bedroom.
Her apron was gone, and her dress was unbuttoned.
He kissed her as he stroked her body
...
Remembering what had happened the last time they were in the hospital, she regained her sanity and raised her hands to push him away.
...
His body was very hot. Even with her eyes closed, she could feel his strong muscles.
Her heart thumped as she said in a trembling voice, "No, no..."
He stopped.
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