Maybe the rain outside is too loud, maybe the smile on her face is too sweet, or maybe she will leave tomorrow, and maybe she won’t be able to see her for a long time…
Maxwell took Gwendolyn’s hand.
“The first time you come to your house, are you planning to leave me alone in the house to fend for itself?”
Gwendolyn raised his eyebrows, “Sir Could it be…”
She leaned close to him and teased him with a smile: “Could it be that your husband is a child, and when he arrives in a strange place, someone has to be with him… to sleep?”
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