'Well, I guess you wouldn't mind bringing me some real information about yourself.

"Chloe Simpson, are you dating me?"

"I will." I tapped him on the shoulder and he laughed.

- Okay, I'll bring it to you. I need something?

- Yes, your pit.

He smiled as we walked down the last few stairs.

When we arrived, Morris had breakfast on the table. - Good morning, Miss Simpson. — Good morning, Morris.

I laughed at him. "How are you feeling?" "take care."

he smiled at me and left

kitchen. "Um, waffles," I moaned.

I heard footsteps behind me and knew it was Tristan and could smell his scent from where I was standing. My nose was very sensitive. Sorry.

"Thank you for coming."

He was wearing a gray suit with a black tie and was sitting in the chair across from me. Her hair was a mess, but it looked good on her.

I saw a visible bruise around the right wrist and a small cut near the back of 

He was terrified. "Yes".

He paused before going into the cellar.

When I waited at the restaurant, they brought me everything I asked for, but seemed reluctant to give it to me. - Don't worry about me. "Where is Tristan's room?"

- he asked while holding the knife. "Left Chamber".

"thanks."

I sniffed and headed for the stairs. I went into Tristan's room and his room had no color. The room was gray and spacious with floor to ceiling glass walls with a lovely view of the garden. I found her wardrobe and it was right next to the bathroom. it was big

Well organized clothes in a variety of colors, brands and styles. Sword in hand, I thought about where to start with his outfit as well.

I think I know the rest, yes! I tore his clothes with a knife,

Well, not all because I'm tired. I sat on the floor of the closet and cried. I could still feel Ralph in my arms and their voices could still

"So you're both owned by the company?" - Yes.

As I descended the stairs and entered the dining room, I felt a sense of relief.

Tristan sat down in the living room, focusing on the tab in front of her. "Beautiful."

Adrian said as I slowly sat down.

- It doesn't hurt much. Adrian admitted. "He rejected her and because you don't like Morris carrying you, I . . ."

I decided to help."

I clenched my fists and chin and stabbed my eyes.

- I'm tired, Chloe. I listened to Tristan. "I don't care, it's you, not him, who brought me to this state!"

- I will go further tomorrow, let Adrian take you.

He told me not to look. "Not." I did not agree. He let go of his hand and looked at me with a groan.

"Should I get down on my knees and pray?"

Did he really do that? I mean, you wouldn't want to see him on his knees begging, but I was better than him.

I looked at Adrian, who was leaning back aga

'Well, I guess you wouldn't mind bringing me some real information about yourself.

"Chloe Simpson, are you dating me?"

"I will." I tapped him on the shoulder and he laughed.

- Okay, I'll bring it to you. I need something?

- Yes, your pit.

He smiled as we walked down the last few stairs.

When we arrived, Morris had breakfast on the table. - Good morning, Miss Simpson. — Good morning, Morris.

I laughed at him. "How are you feeling?" "take care."

he smiled at me and left

kitchen. "Um, waffles," I moaned.

I heard footsteps behind me and knew it was Tristan and could smell his scent from where I was standing. My nose was very sensitive. Sorry.

"Thank you for coming."

He was wearing a gray suit with a black tie and was sitting in the chair across from me. Her hair was a mess, but it looked good on her.

I saw a visible bruise around the right wrist and a small cut near the back of the palm. I closed my sleeves because it looked like they were looking at me. I looked up and closed

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