Chapter 766 Little Fool

Her watery eyes were filled with mist. She was waiting, waiting for his answer.

The woman's face was reflected in Willie's eyes, a little dark.

Hilary couldn't understand his expression. It was dark and complicated, but with deep tenderness.

She would unconsciously fall in love with him.

Her chin was raised by his fingers, and his breathing was disorderly with the aftertaste. The man's lips pressed down and kissed her.

When she was in a trance, his disordered breath had filled her nose.

Her hair was pulled aside and the kiss deepened.

He didn't answer, but kissed her.

What did he mean?

'Willie, you always say that I'm stupid, but I have to keep guessing. I don't know how to guess, nor dare I guess.'

"Hil, I won't be stingy with those three words. But everything should be fair. "

The implication was that even if she didn't say she loved him, he would never say love lightly?

Pursing her red lips, she put her trembling hands around his waist, sniffed and nestled in his arms to feel the heat from him.

She always thought that once she was hurt by love, she would be afraid and dare not look for love again. But her world was totally different when she met Willie.

At this moment, she was even greedy for his temperature. She frowned and wiped the tears that were about to fall on his shirt like a spoiled child.

A faint voice came through in a charming low voice.

"Willie, I want to love you."

If his so-called fairness was like this, would he give her the same love as she learned to love?

Hilary once said that love is never equal.

But now, she just wanted to stand at the same starting point with each other and choose to fall in love again.

"Hil," a low and hoarse voice came to her ears.

"Then, love me."

There was no past, no memories, only the future!

The woman showed a smile, took a deep breath and replied, "okay."

On the second day, Hilary successfully caught a cold.

At this moment, she was lying on the bed, holding the man beside her like a koala, sniffing and sneezing from time to time.

She shouldn't have stayed at the seaside for the whole night to watch the sunrise if she had known that she would be so uncomfortable.

As a result, she fell ill when she saw the sunrise and had enough romance.

"Take the medicine."

"I don't want to eat..."

She pouted and held him tighter, as if she was going to pass the cold to him.

"Good girl." Willie put the medicine in front of her and looked pale.

Hilary thought he was angry with her willfulness, so she obediently took the bitter medicine.

But she didn't know that the man was angry, just because he spoiled her willfulness, which made her sick like this.

"Honey, I still have a lot of work to do. Is it really good to

ed, Hilary really didn't want him to stay with her like this. She was afraid that she couldn't live without him in the future.

"Go to work? Do you want me to be heartbroken?" When he said this, there was an unpredictable pain in his eyes, and his anger shocked her a little.

A trace of bitterness flashed through Hilary's clear eyes. He was yelling at her, but she felt that it was better than any honeyed words.

The man held her in his arms and lay on the soft big bed. His warm palm reached out to her lower abdomen and gently rubbed it for her, alleviating a little pain.

She looked up at the man's sharp chin, without any stubble. He was a very elegant gentleman.

She smiled and felt warmth in her heart. How could she marry such a perfect husband!

Her little head leaned against the man's strong chest, and he hugged her, as if coaxing a child to sleep, which made Hilary feel at ease. The pain gradually became a kind of enjoyment.

In the quiet afternoon, the woman gradually fell asleep.

What happened to Amy was a blow to her. Maybe she would be much better after a good sleep and wake up. Looking down at her quiet sleeping face, Willie knew that she must be very tired a few days ago.

He gently put down the soft towel around his waist and slowly stood up, not waking her up.

He heard her words again. In fact, it was easy for me to be satisfied. Just give me a self-criticism letter of five thousand words!

"You little fool."

Looking at her sleeping face, he smiled silently. You were so easy to be satisfied. You still had decades to be bullied by me in the future.

Willie put the pen on the smooth white paper.

The sun shone into the room through the screen window. There was no wind at all. There were only the breathing of the woman and the faint writing of the man.

The long lost warmth and peace.