She understood how he felt inside and knew it must be hard for him, so she immediately lay down.
"Honey, it's okay, if it's not treated, it's not treated. Our family is happy living like this, it's fine, it's okay..." She hugged the man's waist from behind, her cheek gently rubbing against his back.
Crossley Gibson might never know what the man was thinking at this moment. His face was gloomy, his expression complex, and his large hand tightly held her small hand. He stared at the city lights outside the window, bloodshot eyes gradually appearing, heavy and frightening...
The next morning, Crossley Gibson got up early and made breakfast before heading to the company.
Crossley Gibson works at a high-end nightclub in the Central district; she is already a team leader. She went abroad for training two days ago and returned directly to work without taking a day off; she's truly energetic.
