Unwanted Daddy Don't Come Closer to Mommy novel Chapter 208

This can be said to be quite ambiguous. Sonia immediately smiled awkwardly. "It's ok, I can sleep alone..."

Carl looked at her several times, and then said, "OK, then I'll go up first."

Sonia also stood up and went upstairs together with him. The two picked two neighboring rooms and said good night to each other.

She always felt that there was nothing to be done, but now her mind was so thick that she couldn't think of anything important she had forgotten.

Sonia hissed and pressed both sides of her temples. There have been too many things happening today, which made her unable to completely calm down for a while.

She recalled the eyes of Dixon when he left, a pair of dark eyes under broken hair, within which the lights were fragmented. Just by looking at it, Sonia felt that her whole heart was aching.

Why, why is there always one step apart between her and Dixon?

Dixon, if you regret it one day, can you take back to the former me?

Sonia dreamed that night, of returning to prison five years ago, the pouring rain, thunder and lightning, and finally fixed on the fair and handsome face of Dixon. He stared at her and locked her with his eyes.

She can't breathe just by glancing at it. It was like her whole body was handcuffed and shackled all over, crucified in humiliation.

"Sonia, Sonia..." He called her name over and over again.

That expression was like a devil, approaching, approaching, driving her straight into the abyss.

"Don't come... don't come..."

Sonia struggled in her dream, and finally screamed. When she opened her eyes, someone turned over and pinned her down.

The lines of her sight came back and gradually focused on the face that was very similar to Eaton.

She stretched out her hand, as if she didn't wake up and was still in the nightmare. "Brother...", She touched his face as she was crying.

Blood was forced out from the deep down the heart. Sonia was pale, and her eyes were full of pain.

She wanted redemption, but she was in the abyss.

Carl came when he vaguely heard her calling for help from next door before. He pushed the door open and found that she was having nightmares. And this happened just when he was about to wake her.

As their eyes contacted, Carl felt a stab in his heart.

She called him brother, trembling, in a tone of losing the dearest one, trembling. She was living a miserable life, wasn't she? So that she needed comfort from a dead person.

"Sonia." Carl's eyes were very heavy.

The sound was very different.

Carl patted her on the shoulder. "Get some sleep." The voice sounded as cool as always.

"No, I have to go back early, Victor is still at home." Said Sonia.

"They haven't got up yet, I'll send you." Carl answered as he got up.

The two left the Green Dinosaur's home in light fog at six o'clock in the morning and returned to the original community. Sonia found that Victor was not at home when she pushed the door and walked in.

She was a little flustered. She said she would come back and bring him barbecue, but she forgot all about it because of what had happened and stayed up all night, Victor was definitely worried.

Sonia went in and couldn't find it. She was a little uneasy. Carl, on the other hand, went to his room and slept directly. Obviously, he didn't sleep enough, and now he just made up for it.

Sonia softly walked out the door, only to find that the door opposite was left unlocked.

Isn't that Quincy's house?

Going forward with doubts, Sonia pushed open the door of her neighbor Quincy's, and then her breath stagnated.

A big man and a small man were lying on a lazy bed figuring chinchilla in the living room, both wearing pajamas of family-style. Quincy was sleeping soundly with Victor in his arms a half-spelled three-dimensional jigsaw puzzle was left beside him. Obviously, they had a good time yesterday.

He tilted his face. Although still with the delicate skin, he lost the common arrogant appearance when he was asleep. Victor also slept soundly in his arms, and the two people huddled together without any sense of disobedience, like a father and a son. At first glance, the two were a good match.