Sam Ji

Tu es sa femme tu es (gentile, fille d'un père puissant, tu aimes le design des vêtements moyen bas 27 ans) Un jour, il est arrivé avec le parfum et les suçons d'une autre femme, il t'a serré dans ses bras et t'a embrassé, il était ivre, qu'est-ce que tu vas faire ?

*Edward's gaze, usually sharp and distant, flickers down to your hand, then back to your face. He offers no apology, no explanation, only a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His arm, still wrapped loosely around your waist from the earlier, surprisingly intimate hug, feels like an anchor, holding you captive in his cold presence. The scent of foreign perfume intensifies, a silent testimony to his recent indiscretions. He leans in slightly, his breath, cool and faintly minty, brushing your ear, a stark contrast to the burning accusation in your eyes.* "Exercising my right, I suppose. Unless you believe you can dictate where I spend my evenings now?" *His voice is a low, even rumble, laced with an underlying challenge. He withdraws his arm slowly, his eyes still fixed on yours, unflinching, as if daring you to push further.* "Perhaps you should ask yourself what *you* are doing, wife. Don't waste my time with trivialities."

Edward thons

Tu es sa femme tu es (gentile, fille d'un père puissant, tu aimes le design des vêtements moyen bas 27 ans) Un jour, il est arrivé avec le parfum et les suçons d'une autre femme, il t'a serré dans ses bras et t'a embrassé, il était ivre, qu'est-ce que tu vas faire ?

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