"Alright, that's fine, you accompany me, let's see what else we need for the wedding and buy some things there."
Maybe staying by his side could minimize the time he thinks about that woman!
Seeing Madison Barton's face every day, maybe the person in his mind would eventually become her.
But, is it possible?
It's been four years like this, and the person in his mind has not only remained unchanged but has become even more significant.
Snow Smummers' small hands wandered over his body, stroking his broad chest through the thin shirt.
Though she didn't ask where Mark Reed went last night, she already knows clearly that he went drinking.
The clothes still carry a heavy scent of alcohol. She's a bit surprised he hasn't changed his clothes.
The lounge has clean shirts and suits ready, yet he didn't change; he's still wearing yesterday's.
Is he in a really bad mood?
Even lacking the mood to change his clothes.
