Savage Love On His Wheelchair novel Chapter 764

In the evening, a pair of large bonfires were set up in the back garden, and a fat whole lamb was roasting on the rack.

The maids began to get busy, Marcy sat on a laid cushion, her slender hand holding a glass of red wine and gently swaying it, the ruby-like liquid looked extraordinarily dazzling in the crystal glass.

"What's wrong, I see you're not in high spirits today?"

Edmund asked with a smile as he sat down beside him with a glass of wine.

"Do you remember when we were like this now?"

"It seems like ten years ago, Cloris prepared a simple birthday party for you, unknowingly ten years have passed, it seems we are really old, think back then we were probably just that age with Mayme!"

At the moment Mayme is playing a game of eagle catch with Elliott and Tina's daughter, and the whole back garden is filled with her laughter.

"Listen to you mean we can't even obey old age?"

Marcy looked at him, the corners of her lips hooked up slightly, and said faintly.

Today's Marcy how suddenly some wrong, the previous he never cared here, for him career success and failure to decide everything.

But today it feels as if he has something to say.

"What's wrong with you today? It's not like you're in touch with your feelings, right?"

Coldly glanced at him, did not answer his words, and drained the red wine in his hand.

"Hey, are you really not going to give Cloris a chance?"

Seeing that he did not say anything, Edmund continued, "She has waited for you for ten years, are you really not touched at all?"

"That's her business, ten years ago I told her not to have any thoughts about me, she was the one who didn't listen!"

"You know very well that as long as you don't find a girlfriend for one day she won't let go, her character I believe you know better than anyone else!"

"So what, when the purpose of bringing them back you do not know, so many people under the hand, I have to take care of their feelings one by one, and then who to consider my feelings."

For him, being cold-blooded is not necessarily a bad thing.

As a professional killer, it is not possible to allow yourself to have feelings, because often feelings can be fatal injuries.

Edmund sighed lightly in the bottom of his heart, not knowing whether it was for Cloris' infatuation or for Marcy's necessity, in any case, people like them who live on the tip of the knife, feelings are an invisible knife that will stab you all over the body.

"I heard Rosemary say you've been sulking with her little assistant lately, is that true?"

Edmund asked with a smile as he looked across the room at Mayme who was having a good time.

"What do you think?"

Looking at him, Marcy asked rhetorically.

"In fact Mayme this girl is quite good, although the age is a little younger, but people are lively and innocent and cute, with her by your side, I believe your days will not be boring!"

The words fell sound, Edmund picked up the red wine gently sip, said with a smile.

"If she's so good, why don't you go after her?"

"Worthy of being my good brother, I know what's in my heart!"

Looking at the sweaty Mayme playing in the distance, Edmund put down his glass of wine, picked up the roast meat brought up by the maid and walked over there.

"I'm exhausted, let my sister rest for a while!"

"Look at you, your head is full of sweat, wipe it off!"

Rosemary handed her a tissue and said with a smile.

"Becky hasn't had as much fun as she did today in a long time!"

For her own daughter, Tina is really considered to be the tip of the heart to spoil.

"Yes, I haven't seen them for two years, my goddaughters have grown so big, looking at them, I just really feel old!"

"Rosemary is saying this about getting old, so it looks like I'd better go out less in the future!"