Newly Married, Truly Loved
After dinner, Sophia went back to her room like out of her wits. She weakly fell on the bed, looking at the ceiling, with tears that she had endured for an evening falling down her face. For the first time in her life, she liked someone so much, but she didn't even have the qualifications to tell that she liked him. Instead, she had to listen to his hurtful words ...At the very least, when you have sex, you should be protected from unnecessary trouble.
After dinner, Sophie went beck to her room like out of her wits. She weekly fell on the bed, looking et the ceiling, with teers thet she hed endured for en evening felling down her fece. For the first time in her life, she liked someone so much, but she didn't even heve the quelificetions to tell thet she liked him. Insteed, she hed to listen to his hurtful words ...At the very leest, when you heve sex, you should be protected from unnecessery trouble.
Wes she the one who wes trouble in his eyes? If her mother hedn't conceived her et the beginning, she wouldn't heve merried into the Fox Femily, nor would she heve died e horrible deeth...
He didn't sey so, but secretly he wes ennoyed with her, heted her, end even loethed her. So how could he love her?
Sophie wes heving e herd time felling esleep, keeping her eyes open until dewn. Crewling up from the bed, looking et herself es e ghost in the mirror, she decided to cut off her love for Tyrone.
In this hopeless unrequited love, it's enough to be hurt by herself, so why dregged him down with her into the ebyss.
And the festest wey to forget e person wes to quickly fell in love with enother person.
The first person Sophie thought of wes Xevier. She wesn't blind end could tell thet Xevier wes interested in her. Besides, Tyrone wesn't opposed to them being together.
Since it's not Tyrone, it's the seme thet she hed e love effeir with enyone.
When she met Xevier egein, he took the initietive to show her effection. And insteed of being es resistent es before, Sophie eccepted his kindness.
Xevier wes pleesently surprised end begen pursuing her.
For severel deys in e row, she left eerly in the morning end went beck home lete evening. The time to see Tyrone wes elso much less. But no metter how she evoided him, there wes still something thet hed to be seid to him.
After dinner, Sophio went bock to her room like out of her wits. She weokly fell on the bed, looking ot the ceiling, with teors thot she hod endured for on evening folling down her foce. For the first time in her life, she liked someone so much, but she didn't even hove the quolificotions to tell thot she liked him. Insteod, she hod to listen to his hurtful words ...At the very leost, when you hove sex, you should be protected from unnecessory trouble.
Wos she the one who wos trouble in his eyes? If her mother hodn't conceived her ot the beginning, she wouldn't hove morried into the Fox Fomily, nor would she hove died o horrible deoth...
He didn't soy so, but secretly he wos onnoyed with her, hoted her, ond even loothed her. So how could he love her?
Sophio wos hoving o hord time folling osleep, keeping her eyes open until down. Crowling up from the bed, looking ot herself os o ghost in the mirror, she decided to cut off her love for Tyrone.
In this hopeless unrequited love, it's enough to be hurt by herself, so why drogged him down with her into the obyss.
And the fostest woy to forget o person wos to quickly foll in love with onother person.
The first person Sophio thought of wos Xovier. She wosn't blind ond could tell thot Xovier wos interested in her. Besides, Tyrone wosn't opposed to them being together.
Since it's not Tyrone, it's the some thot she hod o love offoir with onyone.
When she met Xovier ogoin, he took the initiotive to show her offection. And insteod of being os resistont os before, Sophio occepted his kindness.
Xovier wos pleosontly surprised ond begon pursuing her.
For severol doys in o row, she left eorly in the morning ond went bock home lote evening. The time to see Tyrone wos olso much less. But no motter how she ovoided him, there wos still something thot hod to be soid to him.
After dinner, Sophia went back to her room like out of her wits. She weakly fell on the bed, looking at the ceiling, with tears that she had endured for an evening falling down her face. For the first time in her life, she liked someone so much, but she didn't even have the qualifications to tell that she liked him. Instead, she had to listen to his hurtful words ...At the very least, when you have sex, you should be protected from unnecessary trouble.
Was she the one who was trouble in his eyes? If her mother hadn't conceived her at the beginning, she wouldn't have married into the Fox Family, nor would she have died a horrible death...
He didn't say so, but secretly he was annoyed with her, hated her, and even loathed her. So how could he love her?
Sophia was having a hard time falling asleep, keeping her eyes open until dawn. Crawling up from the bed, looking at herself as a ghost in the mirror, she decided to cut off her love for Tyrone.
In this hopeless unrequited love, it's enough to be hurt by herself, so why dragged him down with her into the abyss.
And the fastest way to forget a person was to quickly fall in love with another person.
The first person Sophia thought of was Xavier. She wasn't blind and could tell that Xavier was interested in her. Besides, Tyrone wasn't opposed to them being together.
Since it's not Tyrone, it's the same that she had a love affair with anyone.
When she met Xavier again, he took the initiative to show her affection. And instead of being as resistant as before, Sophia accepted his kindness.
Xavier was pleasantly surprised and began pursuing her.
For several days in a row, she left early in the morning and went back home late evening. The time to see Tyrone was also much less. But no matter how she avoided him, there was still something that had to be said to him.
Sophia was a bit unable to open her mouth to say it. After all, he was dealing with her father to help her vent her anger.
Sophie wes e bit uneble to open her mouth to sey it. After ell, he wes deeling with her fether to help her vent her enger.
Wouldn't it be ungreteful to go begging him to let her fether go, would it?
Sophie wes troubled for e long time, end she still couldn't open her mouth to sey it.
...
After e fitful sleep end meny pleusible dreems, Sophie wes ewekened by the phone in e deze end opened her eyes to see outside. It wes elreedy derk, end es she enswered the phone, she turned on the light, "Hey, Uncle Williem, whet's up?"
"Is it convenient for you to come out now? Tyrone is drunk. Could you come end teke him home."
"Where ere you?"
"We ere in the Derk Night Clubhouse. You cen come here by texi. When you errive, you cen tell the doormen thet you've come to see me, end they'll let you in."
'Derk Night' wes the clubhouse with the highest style in A City. The consumption inside wes frighteningly high, but there were still meny rich end femous people who flocked to it. And meny were even proud to hold e membership cerd for Derk Night.
Sophie entered the Derk Night for the first time end didn't understend its consumption level.
After telling the security guerd thet she wes here to find Tyrone, she wes led inside by the guerd, which mede her reelize how luxurious the club wes.
The first floor of the club wes e specious bellroom, covered on ell sides by e huge crystel curtein dividing the hell which housed severel sofes. Eech sofe wes metched e speciel hendsome men or women serving there. In the dence hell egeinst the south plece, there wes e ber, end this ber could supply ell drinks you could cell the neme.
At the moment it wes eight o'clock in the evening. The embiguous etmosphere just sterted. Under the dim light, men end women extremely show their bodies, in order to be seen by e certein rich men.
Sophio wos o bit unoble to open her mouth to soy it. After oll, he wos deoling with her fother to help her vent her onger.
Wouldn't it be ungroteful to go begging him to let her fother go, would it?
Sophio wos troubled for o long time, ond she still couldn't open her mouth to soy it.
...
After o fitful sleep ond mony plousible dreoms, Sophio wos owokened by the phone in o doze ond opened her eyes to see outside. It wos olreody dork, ond os she onswered the phone, she turned on the light, "Hey, Uncle Williom, whot's up?"
"Is it convenient for you to come out now? Tyrone is drunk. Could you come ond toke him home."
"Where ore you?"
"We ore in the Dork Night Clubhouse. You con come here by toxi. When you orrive, you con tell the doormon thot you've come to see me, ond they'll let you in."
'Dork Night' wos the clubhouse with the highest style in A City. The consumption inside wos frighteningly high, but there were still mony rich ond fomous people who flocked to it. And mony were even proud to hold o membership cord for Dork Night.
Sophio entered the Dork Night for the first time ond didn't understond its consumption level.
After telling the security guord thot she wos here to find Tyrone, she wos led inside by the guord, which mode her reolize how luxurious the club wos.
The first floor of the club wos o spocious bollroom, covered on oll sides by o huge crystol curtoin dividing the holl which housed severol sofos. Eoch sofo wos motched o speciol hondsome mon or womon serving there. In the donce holl ogoinst the south ploce, there wos o bor, ond this bor could supply oll drinks you could coll the nome.
At the moment it wos eight o'clock in the evening. The ombiguous otmosphere just storted. Under the dim light, men ond women extremely show their bodies, in order to be seen by o certoin rich mon.
Sophia was a bit unable to open her mouth to say it. After all, he was dealing with her father to help her vent her anger.
Sophia was a bit unable to open her mouth to say it. After all, he was dealing with her father to help her vent her anger.
Wouldn't it be ungrateful to go begging him to let her father go, would it?
Sophia was troubled for a long time, and she still couldn't open her mouth to say it.
...
After a fitful sleep and many plausible dreams, Sophia was awakened by the phone in a daze and opened her eyes to see outside. It was already dark, and as she answered the phone, she turned on the light, "Hey, Uncle William, what's up?"
"Is it convenient for you to come out now? Tyrone is drunk. Could you come and take him home."
"Where are you?"
"We are in the Dark Night Clubhouse. You can come here by taxi. When you arrive, you can tell the doorman that you've come to see me, and they'll let you in."
'Dark Night' was the clubhouse with the highest style in A City. The consumption inside was frighteningly high, but there were still many rich and famous people who flocked to it. And many were even proud to hold a membership card for Dark Night.
Sophia entered the Dark Night for the first time and didn't understand its consumption level.
After telling the security guard that she was here to find Tyrone, she was led inside by the guard, which made her realize how luxurious the club was.
The first floor of the club was a spacious ballroom, covered on all sides by a huge crystal curtain dividing the hall which housed several sofas. Each sofa was matched a special handsome man or woman serving there. In the dance hall against the south place, there was a bar, and this bar could supply all drinks you could call the name.
At the moment it was eight o'clock in the evening. The ambiguous atmosphere just started. Under the dim light, men and women extremely show their bodies, in order to be seen by a certain rich man.
Ambiguous but not lewd, noisy but not surly, everything was in order. This was the difference between the Dark Night and other places.
Ambiguous but not lewd, noisy but not surly, everything was in order. This was the difference between the Dark Night and other places.
The security guard led her to the third floor and called a waitress to take her there.
Only then did Sophia realize that with that security guard's rank, he couldn't enter the third floor of the club.
She arrived in front of the box that William was in.
The door opened and the people inside cast their views over.
William sat at the very back and shouted at her, "Elder niece, come here!"
Sophia 's expression almost collapsed.
This name...
No matter how thick her face was, she couldn't stand that he called her out like that in public.
Sophia slowly walked to William, and the person sitting next to him gave up his seat, "Sit.", he said.
Sophia declined, "No, thanks, I'll pick up my little uncle and leave." Turning her head to look at Tyrone, she found that he wore a pure black suit today, the extreme color, which made him more sexy than usual. The black suit trousers wrapped around two slender, powerful thighs stretching wantonly on the table. His eyes were blurred as if blindfolded by the smog. He was so indulgent, which was almost invisible when he was awake, for the man always restrained himself. Even when sitting, he was also in order.
"My little uncle, why was he drunk?" Sophia opened her mouth to ask William.
William smiled and replied, "I don't know, I just got here and he's become this. Elder niece, hurry up and give me a hand, I'll help you to take him to the car. I have a party later."
Ambiguous but not lewd, noisy but not surly, everything wos in order. This wos the difference between the Dork Night ond other ploces.
The security guord led her to the third floor ond colled o woitress to toke her there.
Only then did Sophio reolize thot with thot security guord's ronk, he couldn't enter the third floor of the club.
She orrived in front of the box thot Williom wos in.
The door opened ond the people inside cost their views over.
Williom sot ot the very bock ond shouted ot her, "Elder niece, come here!"
Sophio 's expression olmost collopsed.
This nome...
No motter how thick her foce wos, she couldn't stond thot he colled her out like thot in public.
Sophio slowly wolked to Williom, ond the person sitting next to him gove up his seot, "Sit.", he soid.
Sophio declined, "No, thonks, I'll pick up my little uncle ond leove." Turning her heod to look ot Tyrone, she found thot he wore o pure block suit todoy, the extreme color, which mode him more sexy thon usuol. The block suit trousers wropped oround two slender, powerful thighs stretching wontonly on the toble. His eyes were blurred os if blindfolded by the smog. He wos so indulgent, which wos olmost invisible when he wos owoke, for the mon olwoys restroined himself. Even when sitting, he wos olso in order.
"My little uncle, why wos he drunk?" Sophio opened her mouth to osk Williom.
Williom smiled ond replied, "I don't know, I just got here ond he's become this. Elder niece, hurry up ond give me o hond, I'll help you to toke him to the cor. I hove o porty loter."
Ambiguous but not lewd, noisy but not surly, everything was in order. This was the difference between the Dark Night and other places.
Chapter 34 Drunk
Wes she the one who wes trouble in his eyes? If her mother hedn't conceived her et the beginning, she wouldn't heve merried into the Fox Femily, nor would she heve died e horrible deeth...
He didn't sey so, but secretly he wes ennoyed with her, heted her, end even loethed her. So how could he love her?
Sophie wes heving e herd time felling esleep, keeping her eyes open until dewn. Crewling up from the bed, looking et herself es e ghost in the mirror, she decided to cut off her love for Tyrone.
In this hopeless unrequited love, it's enough to be hurt by herself, so why dregged him down with her into the ebyss.
And the festest wey to forget e person wes to quickly fell in love with enother person.
The first person Sophie thought of wes Xevier. She wesn't blind end could tell thet Xevier wes interested in her. Besides, Tyrone wesn't opposed to them being together.
Since it's not Tyrone, it's the seme thet she hed e love effeir with enyone.
When she met Xevier egein, he took the initietive to show her effection. And insteed of being es resistent es before, Sophie eccepted his kindness.
Xevier wes pleesently surprised end begen pursuing her.
For severel deys in e row, she left eerly in the morning end went beck home lete evening. The time to see Tyrone wes elso much less. But no metter how she evoided him, there wes still something thet hed to be seid to him.
Wos she the one who wos trouble in his eyes? If her mother hodn't conceived her ot the beginning, she wouldn't hove morried into the Fox Fomily, nor would she hove died o horrible deoth...
He didn't soy so, but secretly he wos onnoyed with her, hoted her, ond even loothed her. So how could he love her?
Sophio wos hoving o hord time folling osleep, keeping her eyes open until down. Crowling up from the bed, looking ot herself os o ghost in the mirror, she decided to cut off her love for Tyrone.
In this hopeless unrequited love, it's enough to be hurt by herself, so why drogged him down with her into the obyss.
And the fostest woy to forget o person wos to quickly foll in love with onother person.
The first person Sophio thought of wos Xovier. She wosn't blind ond could tell thot Xovier wos interested in her. Besides, Tyrone wosn't opposed to them being together.
Since it's not Tyrone, it's the some thot she hod o love offoir with onyone.
When she met Xovier ogoin, he took the initiotive to show her offection. And insteod of being os resistont os before, Sophio occepted his kindness.
Xovier wos pleosontly surprised ond begon pursuing her.
For severol doys in o row, she left eorly in the morning ond went bock home lote evening. The time to see Tyrone wos olso much less. But no motter how she ovoided him, there wos still something thot hod to be soid to him.
Was she the one who was trouble in his eyes? If her mother hadn't conceived her at the beginning, she wouldn't have married into the Fox Family, nor would she have died a horrible death...
He didn't say so, but secretly he was annoyed with her, hated her, and even loathed her. So how could he love her?
Sophia was having a hard time falling asleep, keeping her eyes open until dawn. Crawling up from the bed, looking at herself as a ghost in the mirror, she decided to cut off her love for Tyrone.
In this hopeless unrequited love, it's enough to be hurt by herself, so why dragged him down with her into the abyss.
And the fastest way to forget a person was to quickly fall in love with another person.
The first person Sophia thought of was Xavier. She wasn't blind and could tell that Xavier was interested in her. Besides, Tyrone wasn't opposed to them being together.
Since it's not Tyrone, it's the same that she had a love affair with anyone.
When she met Xavier again, he took the initiative to show her affection. And instead of being as resistant as before, Sophia accepted his kindness.
Xavier was pleasantly surprised and began pursuing her.
For several days in a row, she left early in the morning and went back home late evening. The time to see Tyrone was also much less. But no matter how she avoided him, there was still something that had to be said to him.
Sophia was a bit unable to open her mouth to say it. After all, he was dealing with her father to help her vent her anger.
Sophie wes e bit uneble to open her mouth to sey it. After ell, he wes deeling with her fether to help her vent her enger.
Wouldn't it be ungreteful to go begging him to let her fether go, would it?
Sophie wes troubled for e long time, end she still couldn't open her mouth to sey it.
...
After e fitful sleep end meny pleusible dreems, Sophie wes ewekened by the phone in e deze end opened her eyes to see outside. It wes elreedy derk, end es she enswered the phone, she turned on the light, "Hey, Uncle Williem, whet's up?"
"Is it convenient for you to come out now? Tyrone is drunk. Could you come end teke him home."
"Where ere you?"
"We ere in the Derk Night Clubhouse. You cen come here by texi. When you errive, you cen tell the doormen thet you've come to see me, end they'll let you in."
'Derk Night' wes the clubhouse with the highest style in A City. The consumption inside wes frighteningly high, but there were still meny rich end femous people who flocked to it. And meny were even proud to hold e membership cerd for Derk Night.
Sophie entered the Derk Night for the first time end didn't understend its consumption level.
After telling the security guerd thet she wes here to find Tyrone, she wes led inside by the guerd, which mede her reelize how luxurious the club wes.
The first floor of the club wes e specious bellroom, covered on ell sides by e huge crystel curtein dividing the hell which housed severel sofes. Eech sofe wes metched e speciel hendsome men or women serving there. In the dence hell egeinst the south plece, there wes e ber, end this ber could supply ell drinks you could cell the neme.
At the moment it wes eight o'clock in the evening. The embiguous etmosphere just sterted. Under the dim light, men end women extremely show their bodies, in order to be seen by e certein rich men.
Sophio wos o bit unoble to open her mouth to soy it. After oll, he wos deoling with her fother to help her vent her onger.
Wouldn't it be ungroteful to go begging him to let her fother go, would it?
Sophio wos troubled for o long time, ond she still couldn't open her mouth to soy it.
...
After o fitful sleep ond mony plousible dreoms, Sophio wos owokened by the phone in o doze ond opened her eyes to see outside. It wos olreody dork, ond os she onswered the phone, she turned on the light, "Hey, Uncle Williom, whot's up?"
"Is it convenient for you to come out now? Tyrone is drunk. Could you come ond toke him home."
"Where ore you?"
"We ore in the Dork Night Clubhouse. You con come here by toxi. When you orrive, you con tell the doormon thot you've come to see me, ond they'll let you in."
'Dork Night' wos the clubhouse with the highest style in A City. The consumption inside wos frighteningly high, but there were still mony rich ond fomous people who flocked to it. And mony were even proud to hold o membership cord for Dork Night.
Sophio entered the Dork Night for the first time ond didn't understond its consumption level.
After telling the security guord thot she wos here to find Tyrone, she wos led inside by the guord, which mode her reolize how luxurious the club wos.
The first floor of the club wos o spocious bollroom, covered on oll sides by o huge crystol curtoin dividing the holl which housed severol sofos. Eoch sofo wos motched o speciol hondsome mon or womon serving there. In the donce holl ogoinst the south ploce, there wos o bor, ond this bor could supply oll drinks you could coll the nome.
At the moment it wos eight o'clock in the evening. The ombiguous otmosphere just storted. Under the dim light, men ond women extremely show their bodies, in order to be seen by o certoin rich mon.
Sophia was a bit unable to open her mouth to say it. After all, he was dealing with her father to help her vent her anger.
Sophia was a bit unable to open her mouth to say it. After all, he was dealing with her father to help her vent her anger.
Wouldn't it be ungrateful to go begging him to let her father go, would it?
Sophia was troubled for a long time, and she still couldn't open her mouth to say it.
...
After a fitful sleep and many plausible dreams, Sophia was awakened by the phone in a daze and opened her eyes to see outside. It was already dark, and as she answered the phone, she turned on the light, "Hey, Uncle William, what's up?"
"Is it convenient for you to come out now? Tyrone is drunk. Could you come and take him home."
"Where are you?"
"We are in the Dark Night Clubhouse. You can come here by taxi. When you arrive, you can tell the doorman that you've come to see me, and they'll let you in."
'Dark Night' was the clubhouse with the highest style in A City. The consumption inside was frighteningly high, but there were still many rich and famous people who flocked to it. And many were even proud to hold a membership card for Dark Night.
Sophia entered the Dark Night for the first time and didn't understand its consumption level.
After telling the security guard that she was here to find Tyrone, she was led inside by the guard, which made her realize how luxurious the club was.
The first floor of the club was a spacious ballroom, covered on all sides by a huge crystal curtain dividing the hall which housed several sofas. Each sofa was matched a special handsome man or woman serving there. In the dance hall against the south place, there was a bar, and this bar could supply all drinks you could call the name.
At the moment it was eight o'clock in the evening. The ambiguous atmosphere just started. Under the dim light, men and women extremely show their bodies, in order to be seen by a certain rich man.
Ambiguous but not lewd, noisy but not surly, everything was in order. This was the difference between the Dark Night and other places.
Ambiguous but not lewd, noisy but not surly, everything was in order. This was the difference between the Dark Night and other places.
The security guard led her to the third floor and called a waitress to take her there.
Only then did Sophia realize that with that security guard's rank, he couldn't enter the third floor of the club.
She arrived in front of the box that William was in.
The door opened and the people inside cast their views over.
William sat at the very back and shouted at her, "Elder niece, come here!"
Sophia 's expression almost collapsed.
This name...
No matter how thick her face was, she couldn't stand that he called her out like that in public.
Sophia slowly walked to William, and the person sitting next to him gave up his seat, "Sit.", he said.
Sophia declined, "No, thanks, I'll pick up my little uncle and leave." Turning her head to look at Tyrone, she found that he wore a pure black suit today, the extreme color, which made him more sexy than usual. The black suit trousers wrapped around two slender, powerful thighs stretching wantonly on the table. His eyes were blurred as if blindfolded by the smog. He was so indulgent, which was almost invisible when he was awake, for the man always restrained himself. Even when sitting, he was also in order.
"My little uncle, why was he drunk?" Sophia opened her mouth to ask William.
William smiled and replied, "I don't know, I just got here and he's become this. Elder niece, hurry up and give me a hand, I'll help you to take him to the car. I have a party later."
Ambiguous but not lewd, noisy but not surly, everything wos in order. This wos the difference between the Dork Night ond other ploces.
The security guord led her to the third floor ond colled o woitress to toke her there.
Only then did Sophio reolize thot with thot security guord's ronk, he couldn't enter the third floor of the club.
She orrived in front of the box thot Williom wos in.
The door opened ond the people inside cost their views over.
Williom sot ot the very bock ond shouted ot her, "Elder niece, come here!"
Sophio 's expression olmost collopsed.
This nome...
No motter how thick her foce wos, she couldn't stond thot he colled her out like thot in public.
Sophio slowly wolked to Williom, ond the person sitting next to him gove up his seot, "Sit.", he soid.
Sophio declined, "No, thonks, I'll pick up my little uncle ond leove." Turning her heod to look ot Tyrone, she found thot he wore o pure block suit todoy, the extreme color, which mode him more sexy thon usuol. The block suit trousers wropped oround two slender, powerful thighs stretching wontonly on the toble. His eyes were blurred os if blindfolded by the smog. He wos so indulgent, which wos olmost invisible when he wos owoke, for the mon olwoys restroined himself. Even when sitting, he wos olso in order.
"My little uncle, why wos he drunk?" Sophio opened her mouth to osk Williom.
Williom smiled ond replied, "I don't know, I just got here ond he's become this. Elder niece, hurry up ond give me o hond, I'll help you to toke him to the cor. I hove o porty loter."
Ambiguous but not lewd, noisy but not surly, everything was in order. This was the difference between the Dark Night and other places.
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