on and I were lost in a passionate for three hours, moving from the living room sofa to the water

at I started to regain some awareness. Chris had

g on the living room sofa, wrapped in a gray

be back soon, then began searching for my clothes in the living room. Once

dad's home," I looked u

back," Greyson replied, giving m

es of Greyson, his focused expression as he adjusted the cello strings,

that this twenty-year-old lady was likely in love. After a

though he hadn't been home for two months, I suddenly felt

e time to chew it properly. After finishing, he reached out as if to pat my head but for some r

ed I didn't really need anything. But f

month of cello less

n though it's expensive, as long as my daughter is happy

o resent Chris for always having excuses for being away to earn money, but now I a

. When I opened Greyson's door, he seemed a bit stunned. I threw myself into his arms,

how much he missed me. This was probably the kind of love I had always dre

no longer just about the cello; it also inclu

t like a fish swimming in the ocean, silently

th flushed cheeks. He rarely saw me out, and before we parted, he even

suddenly sounded, his anger palpable as he stor

appening, I screamed and r

ger to concern. After a pause, he stammered and ask

glanced at Greyson and saw his lip was bleeding, his e

business?" I said. I wasn't just angry, but also fel

who was breathing heavily with anger, an