Reject My Billionaire Ex-Husband

In a luxury supermarket, two people choose a gray and white tie simultaneously.

Demi Moore unintentionally withdrew her hand, looking at the girl beside her: "Sorry, I didn't know you wanted it too?" She was a little embarrassed she couldn't say what she was giving up. It was a feeling of embarrassment.

"No problem." The girl naturally took the caravan, and two beautiful eyes stared at Demi Moore: "Although you saw it first, it is now in my hands, so it must be mine." The girl raised her red lips and finished speaking, but there was another meaning in this sentence that only she knew.

"But..." Demi Moore still wanted to say something, but the other girl also took the tie and passed her; the girl's body had a faint scent, giving her a familiar feeling of saying no. make words.

It seemed that this scent she had smelled somewhere before.

"This is my." The girl turned her head again, smugly pointing at her, holding up the tie in her hand; the corners of her eyes were provocative and sarcastic, only she knew.

"I know." Demi Moore had to give up reluctantly, turned around, and continued to choose another.

And the other girl considered this concession normal; she slightly hinted at Demi Moore, took the tie, and turned to leave. Demi Moore turned her head to look closely at that figure and sighed, having difficulty being satisfied that one was taken away by someone else. Fortunately, there are still many, and she can continue to choose. She promised herself she must select the most beautiful one for him.

It's just, and she turned to look at the girl who took away the tie; she looked very pretty.

Looking at a large pile of colored caravans in front of her again, she carefully found it. However, she chose to choose, still feeling that the other one was the most beautiful and unique, but unfortunately, it had been stolen by others.

Reluctantly lowering the corner of her lips, she had to choose the one that was convenient for her eyes, did not get the best, and always felt a lot of loss in her heart; leaning against the cabinet door, she looked at the tie in her hand, slightly a little bit disappointed.

But she didn't notice, and a girl still looked at her, holding the tie she wanted the most.

The girl took out her phone, her voice as sweet as molasses sounded: "Tom, I bought you this very well, you will like it." She smiled softly, her eyes were still looking at Demi Moore, and a kind of joke was on the corner of her lips.

Demi Moore raised her head, constantly feeling that someone was looking at her, but looking around, there was not one person; she must have imagined a lot. Patting her cheeks, she had been out for a long time, so she went home. After wrapping the gift beautifully, she slowly walked out.

In the evening, the European-style wall clock on the wall showed eleven o'clock; a doorbell rang, and she hurriedly got up, holding a caravan in her hand behind; a young man pushed open the door and entered the room. In, it was her husband, Tom Hulce. His handsome face rarely shows any emotion, but it seems that his mood is quite good today from the corner of his open eyes can be seen, but after looking at Demi Moore, his brows are slightly furrowed a little bit: "It's late, why don't you go to sleep?" A calm voice that doesn't sound emotional. Compared to the moment he entered the door, he seemed to keep his mind a lot.

That's how their husband and wife live together, so calm, so normal. But who can say this isn't a good life?

"Nothing, I just can't sleep." She smiled gently at the man, holding the gift package behind her, thinking about how she should give it, that is when she saw him taking off his tie, she was a little surprised.

This color, didn't she see it today? How could it be? She used her strength to open her eyes, wanting to see more clearly; this color, there is only one.

"How is that? What are you thinking? What's on your face?" The man went up, touched her forehead with his hand, found the warmth average, and added: "Are you dizzy?" Gently tapping her forehead, there was concern in his voice. The face rarely shows emotions; this time, there are more than a few expressions.

"It's okay, and it's just that your tie is beautiful today." She shook her head, the back of her hand clutching the package. Compared to this one, that tie suits him.

The man didn't expect her to ask this question, his eyes quickly showed something, but when Demi Moore didn't have time to look closely, she disappeared without a trace.

"This..." He pulled the tie and threw it on the sofa: "Today, the old tie was spilled with coffee, so I randomly bought one." He explained it as if he didn't care, but it also made Demi Moore a little more secure; even the fingers on the back were relaxed.

"Brother, I have something to give you." Demi Moore raised her head, staring at his overly handsome face; this face she's seen for two years still couldn't see enough; just a glance, she would feel a kind of happiness, speechless.

"What is that? Why didn't you find out? I sometimes pretend to be mysterious. Want to show him?" The man stretched out his hand, the corners of his eyes curved up, obviously also a little interested, but Demi Moore didn't notice; the bottom of his eyes showed a hint of impatience.

"This." Demi Moore took out the tie of her own choice, and the man also licked his lips, receiving: "Very beautiful, thank you, wife." He gently kissed her on the face, the fingers holding the tie clenched tightly.

The moment he approached her, Demi Moore smelled a faint scent; she frowned a little; why this scent? Where did she smell it?

"What's wrong? You're weird today?" His big hand raised to her face; he always felt that his wife was strange today.

"There isn't one." Demi Moore shook her head and sniffed again, the scent still kept entering her nose: "Husband, do you use perfume these days? Why does it always smell like this?" She looked at him puzzled, her husband never liked to use those things, but lately, when she washed clothes, there was always this scent, maybe the smell of washing powder.

But their clothes were washed together; why didn't her clothes smell like that?

"Am I a puppy? Such a good nose?" The man pinched her nose a little with his hand, his eyes became a little deeper, then like a magic trick, he took out a rose from behind: "Is it this scent, here a gift to you, lately I've been too busy, after work, I will spend more time with you: "I put the flower in her hand, then pat her head a little, like coaxing a child.

Demi Moore clutched the flower in her hand, and although it was only one, it made her very happy; her husband Tom Hulce was never a romantic man, and today he gave her a rose.

Put flowers on the nose to smell a little; it is this scent, fragrant.

Looking at Demi Moore couldn't hide her joy; the man's eyes showed a bit of complexity, and he collected all his emotions very quickly.

"Go take a shower." He took off his clothes, kissed her still-lost face, and turned to go into the bathroom, but Demi Moore was still looking at his figure, smiling calmly on the lips.

She loved her husband very much, and her husband loved her too.

The bathroom came rushing with the sound of the water; she put the caravan she bought and put his clothes in the drawer, lay on the bed, closed her eyes, and did not feel sleepy until one side of the bed fell; she was a little tired. Leaning over, she saw the man with his back on her.

The man suddenly turned around and hugged her: "Go to sleep, it's late." He closed his eyes and gently patted Demi Moore's back; his lips kissed her forehead lightly, his breathing coming quickly, and Demi Moore sighed in relief, probably because she imagined too much.

"Husband..." Her hand gently placed her hand on his face, and Tom Hulce also opened his eyes at this time, looking at his wife in embarrassment; this reminds me they seem to have not been intimate for a long time; recently, he came back very late, and at that time, she was asleep.

They have been married for two years, not long, but not short. Gently hugging her waist, he sighed softly. At night, she breaks the silence.

"Demi..." He called her by her name, his voice carrying a particularly hoarse note, his lips slowly touching hers, Demi Moore nervously clutching the blankets; when the man's lips would touch hers, a sound. The pleasant cell phone rang, and the man reached out to take the phone; his eyes quickly flashed a little, patting Demi Moore's face.

"I'll go answer the phone, and you sleep." After saying that, he put on his nightgown and went out.

Demi Moore sighed, covered her eyes with a blanket, and it was this bell again; she didn't know how many times this was, breathed softly, closed her eyes, and opened them again; there was a kind of loss in her heart bleak.

And Tom Hulce is also standing on the balcony; the wind outside sometimes blows the hair on his forehead, breaking the law.

In the mobile phone came a lovely soft voice: "Tom, you said you gave me 999 roses, but why are you missing one?" The female voice on the other end of the phone had a bit of indifference, but it was even more flattering.

"One flower fell in the car; tomorrow, I will give you 999." Tom Hulce leaned against the wall, his fingers resting on the ice-cold balcony railing, imagining that he was touching the girl's soft body.

"Fell in the car..." The girl's voice carried a hint of embarrassment, seemingly remembering something.

"Baby, this is my fault." Tom Hulce's face was casually curved up at the corner of his mouth, implied in his words, causing the girl on the other end of the phone to blush.

"Tom..." The girl's voice came again.

"How is it, treasure?" Tom Hulce reassured her with a pettiness on his face that said no matter what.

"Tom, you're staying with her, aren't you?" The girl's voice was much lower, and although she didn't say anything more, it was still easy to see a little loss.

Tom Hulce narrowed his eyes a little; he leaned against the balcony, for this matter, still seemed to want to maintain a kind of silence. I don't want to talk about it!

"Tom, do you love me?" The girl's deep voice came. This site could already tell she was crying. Tom Hulce's

eyes softened a little: "I love you." He replied without hesitation, and he loves her; this is an unprecedented feeling for anyone else; it's just he is married, has a family, and has a wife.

"Tom, are you going to get a divorce?" The girl was asking about a topic that had been mentioned hundreds of times, and it seemed that it was unintentionally and intentionally mentioned.

Tom Hulce's face fell: "I told you, I don't want to talk about it anymore."

He doesn't like to talk about this matter, really doesn't like it, he doesn't want to see the other girl cry, anyway, he used to like her, two years of affection, he hasn't reached the point of such cold blood.

"So, Tom, you must come to me tomorrow; I miss you." The girl on the other side was silent for half a day, and her voice was still sweeter in the end.

"YES." Tom Hulce responded that his heart would ache a little for her condescension. His voice became softer: "Tomorrow, I will take you out."

On the other side, the girl happily turned off the phone, leaving a man looking at his mobile phone for a long time.

Turning to go back to his room, the person on the bed was asleep; he went over to her to pull the blanket back, then lay next to him; in the bedroom, there was a faint scent of roses; he raised his head, barely able to see it. A rose is placed on top of the nightstand.

Frowning tightly, he had 999 flowers, the missing flower; he bought it for another girl because he fell in the car with her 'intimacy,' so he took it to give to his wife.

This stupid girl, he didn't understand and felt guilty, hugged her body tightly in his arms, although this girl didn't make him fall in love, she would hurt him.

This evening, extremely silent, two people sharing the same bed start a kind of strange dream.

Demi Moore closes the computer and holds the well-repaired documents; However, she is only at home; she also works as a translator and usually finds the documents herself to translate. Does she earn a lot or not? Anyway, she just wanted her life not to be so dull.

Grabbing the documents on the table, she went out. On the way, people came and went, and it was hectic; she usually didn't go out much, but felt very happy, looked at this place a little, looked there a little. Every single thing in her eyes is good.

She clutched the document in her arms, suddenly felt a familiar scent, turned around, and saw a girl holding a massive bouquet of roses standing not far away.

Strangely enough, the girl also saw her and smiled at her, but that smile made her heart shrink a little; she felt speechless.

She looked closely at the girl and discovered where she seemed to have met. That's right, she suddenly thought, this girl was the girl who took the tie she liked last time.

The girl is thrilled because the smile on her face can be compared to the sun; that is why smiling like that makes her feel cold.

She turned to go in another direction, but if she turned her head, she would see a man wearing a neat suit, wearing a gray white tie, and the girl holding a bouquet of roses stood up, smiling and kissing. One is on the man's face; the man's face has a faint smile, hugging the girl's waist; they sit in the car together.

The girl turned and looked at the figure that had gone away; her sweet smile now turned cold.

Demi Moore finished delivering the documents by noon, happy to go home but disappointed; she was alone in the house. Going into the bedroom and changing the water in the flower vase, the other rose had already withered, no longer as bright red as before; she picked it up, put it in her mouth, feeling a little bitter, then the rose was not a rose sweet.

Standing in the large living room, such a prominent place, now alone, she suddenly felt a kind of loneliness, speechless; she missed him so much, she didn't know what he was doing. Today is an important day; does he remember?

Picking up the phone, she dialed the number she had already memorized.

"Ugh, how's that?" On the other side, his voice was magnetic but also very indifferent.

Demi Moore used her strength to hold the phone; her voice was also sweet and gentle:

"Husband, it's me; I want to ask when you'll return. I will do a good job waiting for you."

The other side was silent for half a day: "I will try to do it quickly, today there are many things in the company. If you're tired, go to sleep first." After he finished speaking, without waiting for her to say anything more, he turned off the phone and didn't even tell her to see her again.

"Husband, I..." Demi Moore raised her lips slightly, finally swallowing everything she wanted to say.

She still didn't let go of the phone, and she heard a hang up on her ear; she leaned on the table, stupidly staring into the distance; since when would she have a job to find him, since when would he also be unwilling to speak to her anymore.

But at this time, in a high-class restaurant, a couple of men and women are sitting, the man is tall and handsome, and the girl is small and beautiful; the man puts down the phone, and his fingers gently caress the beautiful girl's lips...

"Look at you; they've all eaten to their mouths." The gentle magnetic voice could be heard clearly, the eyes that were already tense when looking at the gentle wave of the girl's eyes slightly relaxed.

The girl pulled his hand and placed it on her face: "Tom, come to my place at night. I miss you." She rubbed his hand with her face, and the man's eyes darkened a little; it was an invitation he was familiar with, the invitation of her body.

No matter how long Demi Moore waited that night, her husband, Tom Hulce, was still a white night.

The second day was the morning; a car was parked in front of the house. A man came out from inside; his clothes were a little wrinkled, and under the messy hair was a face that did not seem well-rested.

He opened the door until he saw the girl sleeping on the sofa, his face was a little dark, but he still stepped forward and hugged this seemingly weightless girl.

Putting her on the bed, he opened the drawer to take out a new set of clothes.

Looking down at the sleeping person, her face was not pretty, still carrying the pure Terri features of two years ago. She was a good wife but not a good one, and she did not make him love her. Before, he liked her, and he also needed a wife. He didn't want an unclean girl, so he married her. Two years is not long, but he is used to living with her; it is a habit that can be fixed when his feelings for her have begun to deviate from the trajectory.

The idea of wanting a divorce appeared in his mind not only once, but he still couldn't decide. Sitting at the side of the bed, his hand gently caressing her face, with a wife who does not love, how should he treat it?

"Husband..." Demi Moore slowly opened her eyes, a little bewildered, out of habit, burying her face in his hand.

But this one sentence makes Tom Hulce's face soften a lot; he pulls his hand out and stands up; there are things to choose from, so think carefully.

Entering the living room, he sat on the sofa, and when he looked up again, he saw a large table full of cold food and a cake on the table. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something and couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Yesterday, she wanted to tell him this. Yesterday was her birthday.

Rubbing her hair lightly, she stood up and returned to the bedroom again. Demi Moore was still fast asleep, but looking at the dark circles in her eyes, he knew she probably didn't sleep last night.

"Demi..." He sighed, sitting on the side of the bed, gently patting her face, still the same pure Terri face he had then, but still, he couldn't move anymore.

"How am I supposed to treat you now?" He let go of her hand, looked at her for a long time, then turned to leave.

When Demi Moore woke up, Tom Hulce Tom had left for a long time; she patted her face, looked at the clothes next to her, only knew that he had returned last night, but did not know when.

She hadn't seen him for a day, got out of bed, and put her clothes aside. Looking at the rose petals falling at the head of the bed, her eyes showed a faint loss of loss. In the living room, there was still the cake and food from yesterday; she sat down and cut a piece; the butter was so sweet, eating until her mouth seemed bitter.

It's bitter, but why is it heartbreaking and salty? She turned her head, and no one looked at her; two tears ran down her face.

On the eighteenth floor of the Hulce Group building is the president's office, Thomas Anderson took the signed document and looked at his good friend, who was in a trance.

"Tom, what are you thinking about today? It's strange and hard to see a workaholic like you so dumbfounded?" He dropped the document, his hands resting on the table; Tom was extremely unusual lately, unlike the friend he still knew.

"Nothing." Tom Hulce Tom put down his pen, adjusted his mind a little, and finally returned to an unpredictable mysterious figure.

"Tom, how will you handle the Mary Wickes thing?" Thomas Anderson's face suddenly became severe; although he was a longtime friend, he still couldn't accept that good friends had an affair. Why does having such a good wife still feel inadequate?

"Tom, Demi Moore is a good girl; you shouldn't hurt her." He said his words from the bottom of his heart, and there will be a day when everything will break, then the damage will be more.

"I know; I'm thinking of solutions." Tom Hulce Tom didn't even raise his head, just concentrating on the documents in his hand. Thomas Anderson saw him like that and had to shrug his shoulders and go outside.

Tom is hiding again. If this continues, the problem will increase more and more. He sighed; everyone knew, only she didn't. That girl was pitiful...

When Thomas Anderson was out, Tom Hulce Tom stopped his pen and picked up the phone.

"Secretary Locke, order me two bouquets..."

After work, he went to Mary Wickes first, gave her a large bouquet of red roses, and the two were intimate for a while before driving home.

Demi Moore heard the door open, turned her head, and saw Tom Hulce Tom entering.

"Husband, you're back." She smiled slightly, and before she could get close, a large bouquet of star flowers was already in her eyes.

"Husband, this is..." She gently blinked her eyes, seeing the steam in her eyes.

"Give it to me; what are you crying for, dumbass." Tom Hulce Tom gently patted her head. "I was so sorry yesterday. I forgot; I'll remember it next year."

"Happy birthday, Demi." He put the flower in her lap. Sure enough, Secretary Locke has an excellent eye, and she is very suitable for such a flower, small and delicate.

"Husband, thank you." Demi Moore wrapped her arms around his waist; if yesterday's wait had worn her out, the surprise he brought today had brought her back to life. Perhaps she couldn't take that feeling of joy and sadness anymore.

"Idiot, you're my wife, thank you." Tom Hulce Tom gently patted her back; although he said comforting words in his mouth, his eyes constantly looked at the clock as if waiting for something.

"I'll shower first; I'll call you later." He patted her face, turned away, and Demi Moore still clutched the bouquet in her lap, a happy smile on her face.

Tom Hulce turned his head, saw that stupid smile, and slightly raised his lips as if he had been disinterested in her lately.

Their lives continued as before. He went home every day for some unknown reason, and Demi Moore always felt that the more time he spent thinking more and more, the more time going home also began to decrease. Go.

Today she got up very early, touched the other side of the bed, and the top was no longer warm. He got up earlier than her, put on her clothes, and prepared to go out.

When everything was ready, she picked up the phone and dialed a number.

It was not until a low voice came from the other side that she brought the phone to her ear: "Darling, I have to go out today; I may be back late; you can eat outside. Are not?" Her voice was soft, and her hand was unconsciously placed on her stomach.

Here, will there be good news?

"Yes, you know." The voice was extremely fluent, and then there was only the sound of hanging up. She stared at the phone for a long time. She had a lot of things to say, but forget it, talk later at night. She dropped the phone, then went out.

On the main road, someone randomly called her name.

"Demi Moore, Demi Moore..."

She turned her head as if someone was calling her; who was that?

A very tall man was walking over with a gentle smile and gold-rimmed eyeglasses on his face.

"Thomas Anderson." Demi Moore smiled softly at him, and this is her husband's good friend and subordinate.

"Demi Moore, where do you want to go?" Thomas Anderson smiled, showing two pure white teeth; his smile looked very beautiful, but it always made people think of a fox because his long and small eyes looked very similar. He is brilliant but has a good personality. Regardless of what others think, in Demi Moore's eyes, he is a good person, his eyes may appear clever, but there is always a kind of arbitrary simplicity.

"I just want to walk; someone at home is unfortunate." She smiled, deliberately finished speaking, and did not tell him she was going to the hospital.

She wanted a surprise so that she couldn't say it now.

"Demi Moore, I'm sorry, you know, Tom has been busy lately, so it's just you. Looking at her alone, Thomas Anderson felt a kind of heartache and regret. This girl is pitiful.

"It's okay, you know that." Demi Moore nodded once, knowing he was busy, so she could also walk alone for a nice walk. But, gently blinking her eyes, gloominess evident in her eyes, happy? She also really wanted someone to go by her side.

After all, this is only her wish.

Turning around, she did not meet Thomas Anderson's complicated gaze, which seemed to have sympathy and sympathy.

Staring at the figure that had gone far away, Thomas Anderson sighed softly. "Tom... Tom, leaving such a good girl, maybe you will regret it one day."

A girl whose fate is bound to be hurt, isn't she pitiful?

Coming out of the hospital, Demi Moore raised her head to see the strangely blue sky, the sun shining on her face, making her narrow her eyes slightly; a few breezes blowing on her cheeks brought an incredible feeling. Terri's salary, she lowered her head, took out a piece of paper from her bag, the words on the paper flashed into her eyes, and the test found that she was pregnant.

She got pregnant, married for over two years, and finally got pregnant.

Husband, he must be pleased; this is the crystallization of our love... She put her hand on her stomach, and it was hard to believe that there was little life growing up here. A child will appear in their lives in just a few months, and she doesn't know if he will be like her or like him.

Her husband, her husband, she slightly smiled; happiness on the lips can be intoxicating; she married him before graduating from university, married a handsome and rich guy that made her very proud. He is a great person, even though he was the white horse prince of many girls at school, but ultimately, he chose her. Because he said it, being with her makes him feel secure.

So she got married. Although the couple's love is not too strong for two years, it is also hot. Every day, she tries to do an excellent job as a wife; his company has grown tremendously this year, so there are many things to do, so she always takes care not to disturb him; even if he forgot the wedding anniversary, she didn't blame him either. She didn't blame him even if he didn't care for her like before.

Because she knows he is busy and swamped.

Baby, if your father knows you exist, he will be pleased. Although they have not planned to have a baby, although the baby came a little unexpectedly, she believes that he will like the baby very much this child.

From now on, next to her is not only him but there will be another baby for her and him.

Carefully putting the test paper in her pocket, she patted her face a little and laughed for a long time; her face was about to harden, and maybe other people thought she was an idiot. Waving her hand to call a taxi; even when she was sitting in the car, her lips couldn't stop curling, and the smile on her face broke the rules. Driving from the rear window, seeing the girl, she seems very happy; her face is also easy to see, her eyes are big, her inside is always soft, her lips are a bit pink, and her nose is not very high. However, it is very suitable for the five senses, making her face slightly more gentle.

A relaxed person, her smile, like a spring breeze, attracts even the driver, making his mood very good.

Demi Moore comfortably leaned back in her chair, going home now as a surprise to him. Anyway, she said that she might come home a little late today. She found out that she still hadn't had her period for two months, so she went to the hospital for a check-up; she didn't expect that she was pregnant, ah, the smile on the corner of her lips grew a little larger, she was pleased, but all All her happiness is his.

Placing her bag in her lap, she watched the scenery outside the car, a series of scenes drifting quickly behind, even though it was only a vague image in the end, but who could say it wasn't beautiful. ?

Getting out of the car, she stood in front of her house, still standing. A few cold winds occasionally blew across her smiling face, making hair fall on her cheeks, a little cold as ice, and a little itchy. .

She took a deep breath; it was the weekend; he must be at home, unsure if he was watching TV or resting. She doesn't know, and suddenly she lets him be big enough or not. Walking over, she opened the door, the smile on her face stiffening.

She frowned, and in front of the door, except for a pair of men's leather shoes, there was also a pair of purple high heels. The men's shoes know it's him, but these high heels are not hers; she doesn't like bold colors like this, and she wants all very light colors. Moreover, she is standing here; of course, the shoes are also on her feet, so whose is this?

Demi Moore can't think nonsense, don't think nonsense, she overthinks. She clutched the hem of her shirt, thinking her fingers were so strong that they turned white...

She gently closed the door, lifted her foot, and approached the shoes. However, the scene in the living room was like a thunderbolt in the clear and cloudy sky; her face was pale as she stood in the same place, her pupils shrunk a little, then her eyes fluttered slightly, and her lips were gone there was no Terri sound; she couldn't even say a word, she felt her throat hurt, her eyes were so hot that it was hard to open.

There's no need to panic, Demi Moore, it's not, it's not what you think, she clenched her fists, her lips sometimes quivered, and there was still no Terri sound. The blood on her face seemed drained, leaving only a pale piece.

Bow down, in the living room are all clothes. There are men's clothes, women's clothes, blue dresses, caravans, white inner clothes, short skirts, tops, even a black lingerie set... The haze in her ear transmitted to Terri, sounding like agony and joy, making her limbs slowly ice-cold. It seemed that all her strength had been taken away from others; her legs seemed frozen in place, unable to take a single step, until finally, she found some strength; she wobbled towards the room forward, and the voice was coming out from that place.

The closer she got, the heavier this Terri sound became, making her ears feel like a needle stabbed her, and her heart was broken.

Gently turning the handle, she pushed open the door, but obviously, the people inside overlooked her standing outside, still focused on doing her own thing; Terri's sounds all fell into her ears, as clear as So, the whole thing happened in front of her. She couldn't believe looking in the room, and the other bed was hers and his, the green bedding she'd changed in the morning, now it had been twisted and wrinkled, and one corner even fell to the ground.

And on that bed, two people are currently hugging each other tightly. The man's solid bareback stopped in her eyes, his loud breathing continued to resound, and the girl's white skin was exposed outside. The two hugged each other, the man's black hair mixed with the girl's long curly hair, pulled out and then rolled back, unable to distinguish whose it was. His panting sounds like a beast, now incredibly sexy and powerful. She had never seen him like this, and the girl was still hugging him tightly, even using her fingernails to scratch the antique bronze back, leaving deep marks.

A little pain is more stimulating, making the man growl, and the action is even more brutal.

Demi Moore's hand on the armrest was still unremoved, her eyes blankly staring at the two intersecting figures before her. The person constantly risking her life over there, is she the person she married for two years? Is the person you see every day called 'husband'? Blinking her eyes forcefully, did she see it wrong? Why is he such a stranger?

"I love you." The girl suddenly cried out, and a drop of sweat fell from the man's forehead onto the bed sheet she had just laid out in the morning and the girl's tall white chest.

"I love you too." The man suddenly raised his face, and the side of that handsome face forever remained in Demi Moore's eyes, causing her heartache and paralysis.

I love her, how about you?

"Ho..." The two sighed; the man used his hand to stroke the girl's long hair that was wet with sweat; his fingers were drawn with a strong charm, and the movement was incredibly soft and gentle. Although the hair is messy, it is extremely wild. On that side of his face, there's an unspeakable sensuality.

The girl comfortably leaned on his lap, blinking, her body shaking a little, then a scream. This scream can destroy the whole roof.

The man suddenly turned his head and saw the girl standing before the door, her face pale, her eyes blank and godless.