Chapter 83
Shawn’s arms wrapped tightly around her waist.
“Gale, can you be more obedient? Don‘t make me angry. Listen to me,” he said in a low voice.
She smiled bitterly and said, “My life is in your hands, you can crush it all. What else do you want?”
“I want you to take the initiative, and I want you to stay willingly. Instead of... me using hatred and your parents to tie you to me.”
Gale was stunned.
What Shawn said… She does not seem to understand.
On second thought, he was drunk. He must be talking nonsense.
Gale felt that she was also a little silly and laughed at herself.
“What are you laughing at?” Shawn was very dissatisfied and asked, “I’m talking to you. Are you deaf?” She murmured, “Even when he’s drunk, he‘s still so fierce…”
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“I‘m not drunk!”
“Yes, yes, you are not drunk. The more drunk people are,
the more they like to say that they are not drunk.”
Gale responded perfunctorily, like coaxing a child.
She said, “Shawn, let me go first. I‘ll get a hot towel to wipe your face.”
He immediately said with a straight face, “Where are you going? No!”
He tightened his arms even harder.
Gale felt that her waist hurt because of him.
“Never want to leave me, ever. If you dare to leave, I will definitely make you pay a price you can‘t bear...” Shawn said over and over again.
Gale thought it was funny. “My family is here. Where can
I go?”
Shawn paused for a few seconds , probably thinking her words made sense.
After a while, he suddenly sighed.
“Gale, what do you want?”
“What?”
“What do you want, and how can I make you stay? You say it, and I‘ll give it.” Shawn looked into the depths of her eyes. “As long as you want, as long as I have it.”
However, it really came out of his mouth.
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