"People usually leave behind a bad reputation for ages. With your behavior, you’re sure to be the sa. I don’t want your opinion; I want mine. Just take Dr. Hale’s prescription. Don’t go looking for trouble."
Old Master Keaton, who had inexplicably taken two hits, rubbed his head and could only obey his wife’s words with tears, drinking Dr. Hale’s dicine...
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Two days!
Kyle Keaton had been waiting for July Quinn for two whole days, and still, this woman hadn’t co looking for him again.
Even though he didn’t know why he was waiting for this woman, the fact that she didn’t co to find him really pissed him off.
Damn it, could she really be serious about not seeing him for a week, just like she said?
The point is, Kyle Keaton didn’t even think it was his fault, so why shouldn’t she see him?
Even though he tried not to think about her, his body secretly betrayed his rational mind, and he sent a ssage to the account he had added for July but hadn’t ssaged even once.
[Your clinic’s business seems particularly good today.]
He tried talking about sothing she might be interested in as a way to make his presence known.
This approach seed a bit groveling and undignified; even Kyle was shocked when he saw it himself.
But when he realized it, he couldn’t retract it anymore.
Forget it!
Just pretend to be an ordinary friend, happy about her thriving business.
However, after painstakingly convincing himself to accept the ssage that his body sent against his rational mind, Kyle still couldn’t get a reply from July Quinn.
It wasn’t until around midnight that he finally received a reply from July.
[Yeah.]
Just one word and a punctuation mark?
Can she be any more perfunctory?
Fury rose in his mind, but on the surface, Kyle pretended to be nonchalant, trying to see if this woman was still angry with him.
[Aren’t you asleep yet, so late?]
July Quinn’s reply was still just a couple of words: [Sothing up?]
Kyle Keaton: "..."
He was really furious, feeling like hitting soone.
Damn it, she made him wait all day, and then she asks if sothing’s up?
[Nothing much. Just wanted to see what you’re busy with.]
He wanted July Quinn to know that the last person who was so dismissive towards him had grass growing at their grave.
But he couldn’t, because he couldn’t let July know he was angry, or that he cared about her even a little.
However, Kyle Keaton didn’t realize that the woman on the other side had already seen through the aning in these brief ssages.
So, July Quinn wrapped in a towel, took a selfie in the bathroom mirror and sent it to Kyle.
[Getting ready to shower.]
Because of the homade dicine she had taken, she had fallen asleep after returning from the clinic.
By the ti she woke up, it was already very late at night.
That’s why she was hastily replying to ssages while getting ready to shower.
But she didn’t know how much impulse the casually sent selfie stirred in Kyle Keaton.
Previously, when July Quinn was drunk and he took her ho, it had already made him lose a night’s sleep and soil the sheets once.
And now, once again, she pulled a selfie stunt on him.
Looking at that casually taken photo, with skin so fair it seed to glow, and the towel barely wrapping her shapely figure, Kyle Keaton couldn’t help but swallow...
But along with the blood boiling all over him, there was also a deep sense of unease.
So he quickly sent July Quinn a reply: [July Quinn, do you send these kinds of photos to others when you chat?]
When July saw this ssage after her shower, she could almost sll the jealousy.
She smiled as she replied: [When I talk to my husband, I’m even more open!]
She tossed the towel aside and took a few more shots in the mirror before sending them to Kyle.
[Like this, or this, I’ve sent them all!]
Seeing the series of nude selfies she sent over, Kyle Keaton’s fingers trembled!
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