Gwen’s house.
George parked the car and opened the door, only to see Helen waiting for him at ho.
(Has Gwen not returned yet?) he wondered.
At this point, Gwen was usually ho.
If she hasn’t returned yet, it ans she had so activity she needed to participate in.
"Helen, isn’t Gwen back yet?"
George asked out of habit.
Helen ca out of the kitchen and picked up George’s clothes: "Your daughter is not a child anymore, George, you don’t need to watch her all the ti."
"It wouldn’t be strange for her to have a boyfriend at her age."
Hearing these words, George felt a little uncomfortable.
But this is the reality, and he has to accept it.
Helen went on to say, "She called a while ago and said there are so activities today that she needs to help with."
"She said she’ll be back later tonight."
George was relieved to hear that Gwen would return.
"Co, let’s eat first."
At the dinner table, George rembered today’s case while eating: "Did you clean Gwen’s room today?"
"Not yet, what’s wrong?"
"I need information for a case. Are there any books by that writer Gwen likes so much in her room?"
"You an that Arthur Morgan?"
Helen asked curiously.
"That’s right."
"Take one of his free ones for , then I’ll put it back."
"George, know that these books are like a treasure to Gwen, you must be careful not to damage them."
"Otherwise, well, you know your precious daughter’s temper."
"Don’t worry Helen, I’ll be careful."
George gave him a reassuring look.
After eating, Helen took out a book and handed it to George in the living room.
George looked at the title of the book and couldn’t stop reading: "A Song of Ice and Fire..."
"I have to admit that it’s a pretty creative na..."
During the week, George usually reads important files and materials; he had already gotten used to reading quickly without missing important points.
Soon, George was deeply attracted to the fascinating high fantasy book.
Originally, he just wanted to take a look and check his colleagues’ guess about Kingpin.
Two hours later.
George turned the last page of the book, the feeling of stopping abruptly after seeing an exciting part made George feel as if ants were crawling all over his body.
Taking a look at the cover, George realized that this was only the first volu.
At this ti, his wife walked up to George and patted him on the shoulder: "Aren’t you going to take a shower?"
"I just got back a little while ago and I’m going to take a shower when I go to sleep."
Helen gave him a strange look and said, "Check the ti yourself."
"Two hours!"
When George saw the watch on his wrist, he instantly exclaid.
It was absolutely impossible for him to read a book for two hours.
He’s never read for so long, not even the FBI files.
Helen very tily quipped, "It looks like this book is really good."
"No, definitely not!"
"I wasn’t reading that book that seriously."
George imdiately denied it.
"I’m here to investigate a case. Recently, there was a case related to this writer, Arthur Morgan."
"Oh? Really?"
"Yes, you know , I never liked those things..."
To free himself from the situation, George reluctantly threw the book he had in his hand onto the sofa.
"That’s Gwen’s favorite book. If she finds out about this, you’re finished."
George understood imdiately, but then realized it was too late.
Gwen hadn’t returned yet.
"I’ll call Gwen."
"Okay, rember to take a shower."
George took out his cell phone and called Gwen.
Over the phone.
Gwen was sitting on Arthur’s lap, her body moving up and down under Arthur’s cock as she kissed him passionately.
It had been just over 40 minutes since she had woken up and was back in action.
His expression showed lust, but also so tiredness.
"Gwen, if you’re tired we can switch positions."
Arthur spoke between kisses.
Gwen readily agreed.
"Yeah, my legs are a little soft, hehe~."
Suddenly, the phone rang in the backpack next to the bed.
Arthur reached out, took Gwen’s cell phone and handed it to her.
Gwen saw that it was George who was calling and imdiately shushed Arthur.
Arthur whispered a response as he wrapped his hands around Gwen’s waist, "Okay."
"Hello, dad." Gwen spoke on the phone.
Hearing Gwen’s voice, George’s heart was relieved: ’You haven’t co ho yet.’
’Do you need to co get you?’
"No need, dad. I’m with the girls in the band. I probably won’t be able to co back tonight."
On the other end of the phone, George was silent for a while and then said, ’Okay, then take care of yourself.’
’If you need anything, call as soon as possible.’
"I understand, father."
After speaking, Gwen hung up the phone imdiately because Arthur’s mischievous hands were caressing her breasts.
He almost couldn’t contain his voice as he spoke to George.
"Hm~, Arthur~ Why did you do that!"
"It’s all your fault, those breasts are so tempting."
Gwen pursed her lips and kissed Arthur, throwing what happened just now out of her mind, they continued exercising.
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George, who hung up the phone, looked at the book "A Song of Ice and Fire" in his hand and said with insatiable desire: "I wonder if Gwen has the second volu in her room."
Just as he was about to ask his wife to look for it, Helen appeared wrapped in a bath towel.
She went straight to George’s side.
"If Gwen isn’t coming back tonight, you have a new job to do."
George knew.
It’s ti to work...
Gwen is always at ho, and it’s been a long ti since the couple have had ti alone
George, who was normally serious and dignified at the police station, was led to the room by his wife pulling his tie.
We know what happened after that.
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At the sa ti.
In the director’s office at the Xavier Institute.
Professor X and the X-n were shocked beyond words after hearing Jean’s words.
Among them, Professor X’s heart was the most shaken.
Jean was talking about new ideals, and the two big events that set the Internet apart today are the epito of those new ideals.
Spider-Woman who had just appeared and was already loved by everyone, and Tony Stark, who made the Secretary of Defense furious to the point of cursing him.
The ideal that Professor X insisted on for so many years was overturned in a few monts, leaving him sowhat uncomfortable.
"Leave alone for a bit."
"Let think about it myself..."
Professor X arrived alone at the window, looking at the Xavier institute, in a way a paradise for mutants, which he had built with his own hands over the years.
"I really..."
"Am I wrong?"
(End of Chapter)v
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