The mobile phone rang a few times. Upon opening it, a lot of photos were sent of Lucas Taylor wearing a military uniform and carrying a replica gun, looking quite handsome in his formal demeanor.
Ronald Loman put away his mobile phone and couldn't help but turn to Annie Taylor for a few more glances.
The light pink house clothes with a bit of lace, a bow on her head tied haphazardly on her soft hair, and the beige slippers trampled under her feet, with tempting toes occasionally moving twice.
Ronald Loman averted his gaze, his throat somewhat tight, and after drinking two cups of water, dared not look at her again, fearing that he might not be able to control himself and do her again, fearing that the little thing would insist on kicking him out, and then it would not be worth it.
Day after day went by, so leisurely that Annie Taylor almost forgot this man who has been living with her is, in fact, someone else's husband.
