Hermosa had cleaned up the table and the floor, and had put an ice towel on her face in the bathroom for a long time before daring to go back inside, not realizing that she had woken Elisa up. "Mum ......? Are you crying?" She rolled over in her sleepy eyes and saw Hermosa's red, puffy eyelids. "No." Hermosa scooped her up into her arms and she picked up the Elmo Brent had given her ,and let Elisa hold the cookie monster, "Let's play storytelling, okay?" "No good." Elisa threw away the cookie monster and wouldn't let Hermosa hold the Elmo, "Not until you stop crying !" "I wasn't crying in the first place." Hermosa wasn't sure if Elisa would believe her, but she changed the subject, "Do you want to go out? Would you like to take you to the supermarket this afternoon?" "Yes." Elisa was excited all of a sudden. She actually liked to go out, but she only stayed at home all day because she needed more sleep than other children because of her poor health. "Be good then,
"What did you say?" Hermosa was stunned, not responding for a moment to the meaning of Brent's words. "Didn't you say you wanted to go to the supermarket with me?" Hermosa couldn't believe it, a little surprised and then a little embarrassed and worried: "Ah, yes, but ......" She asked, a little cautiously, "Can you control the wheelchair yourself?" Brent didn't say anything and gave Hermosa a faint sweeping glance. With that one glance Hermosa knew he must not be happy, but there was nothing she could do.Hermosa looked at the baby in her arms with difficulty: "I have to hold Elisa, your wheelchair is automatic right ......" "Give me that." Brent suddenly interrupted him. "Can, can I?" Hermosa did get Brent's point right away this time, but didn't immediately do what he said, "But she's a bit heavy." "It's okay." Brent didn't tell Hermosa that upper body exercises were a daily ritual for him, and that he had no trouble lifting Hermosa out of bed .Carrying a bab
"What a lovely daughter you have."A salesman in a supermarket uniform approached them with a stack of leaflets in his hands, slipped one into Hermosa's arms, and snapped, "Would you like to get a membership card? You'll get member prices on certain items."Brent ignored him."Thank you, no." Hermosa could see that the Brent probably didn't want to talk to him, smiled and politely declined before pushing his wheelchair away, only to be stopped again."Are you sure you don't want to find out more?"The salesman said undeterred, taking a leaflet from his pocket and shoving it into Brent's hand as he spoke: "Sir, we have a great deal for members, and ......"His voice came to a screeching halt.It was because of the look in Brent's eyes.It wasn't his first day in the business, and dealing with impatient customers had become an almost daily 'must', but he had never had a customer look at him like that.It was so gloomy that it reminded him of a bird of prey hovering beneath a dark cloud.
A few minutes later, in the office on the third floor of the supermarket, Hermosa heard the manager address Brent as "young master" and realized that the supermarket was in fact owned by the Brent family. As the third youngest member of the family, Brent owns 5% shareholding of the largest supermarket chain in the country.When the shareholder and young owner was injured in his own shop, it was clear that the matter could not be solved by a simple compensation. Not to mention the fact that Brent's manager had more or less heard of Brent's temper after that incident, and he stood in front of Brent in a cold sweat, not knowing what to say for a moment."Who told you to put something as dangerous as glassware up so high and without any protection around it?"Brent's questioning tone was not angry. He had one arm around Elisa, who was sitting on his lap, and the wound on his right arm had been bandaged by Hermosa, but blood was still seeping out. Although it was a superficial wound, it st
"Ugh!"The blow was so painful that Hermosa drew a breath and instinctively fell backwards.She just fell into Brent's arms."Ouch?"The warmth of the embrace made Hermosa's mind go blank. Before she had time to react, she heard Brent ask in a deep voice.Brent's chest vibrated slightly with the sound of his voice, which traveled into Hermosa's body with the skin that was pressed against each other.Then even the two sensitive nubs of her breasts began to tingle. There they were yearning to be touched and sucked."No, no ...... sorry ......"Hermosa, thoroughly flustered by her trespassing actions and thoughts, struggled to get up, but just as she straightened up, she was pulled back into Brent's arms."Sir ......" Hermosa became even more overwhelmed. Her thick, feathery eyelashes fluttered lightly and her voice almost took on a sobbing tone."Don't move."In the face of this Hermosa, Brent became more and more assertive. In this position, he continues to apply pressure to Hermosa's
Human desire is a strange thing. Even though Hermosa was frustrated to the core by Brent's sudden departure, her mind couldn't help but conjure up the image of herself sitting with her legs apart on top of Brent. Her eyes were closed and her ears were filled with hot gasps and the sound of sticky water. His moist, warm breath still seemed to linger in her ears."Take your panties off and sit up on it." She imagined Brent's enchanting voice and her face gradually grew redder and hotter.She felt more remorse than she had ever felt before.If only she hadn't interrupted her Brent's movements so badly.He seemed to like his nipples, and the bruise on her shoulder. As she pulled her T-shirt back on, Hermosa examined her slightly red and swollen breasts, unable to contain her lustful and erotic imagination.This imagery even continued when she was breastfeeding Elisa. The soft wetness of the baby's teeth on her nipples and the soft heat of her mouth made her feel tingly in a way she had n
That night, the sleeping drugs failed to work as intended. Brent Keith stayed awake until dawn, just after falling into darkness and drifting off into another world.A ray of golden sunlight brushed across his face alongside his bed. He seemed to be cringing in anguish, as if the monsters of his nightmare had firmly grasped his throat.It was the world he had once known so well. The halls of the New York City hospital at dusk looked like they were sprinkled with golden light, the figures of off-duty doctors and nurses intertwined with those of the patients moving about."Brent you off duty?"Brent was walking out the door with his shoulder bag on his back when he heard the lovely nurse on duty greet him and smiled back, revealing his deep dimples."Well, my mum said we're having a family roast chicken and steak dinner today, so I need to get home soon.""It's not just your whole family, your girlfriend is there too, right?""Brent doesn't listen to them. We simply see each other as fr
It is midday and the boulevard outside the villa is quiet, with only the wind carrying the smell of grass and sunshine back and forth. A small car is parked in the shade a short distance away, its windows tinted with peek-a-boo window film so that from the outside you can't see the inside, but from the inside you can see everything on the street. In the greyed-out view of the window , the occupants of the car see a courier ringing Brent's doorbell with a cardboard box in his hand. It didn't take long for the door to be opened from the inside and the courier, realising with a start that Brent was in a wheelchair, ducked down and handed over the carton. "No ! No! it's no way." Jeffrey, sitting in the back seat, let out a long, frustrated sigh at the sight: "He's going to be pissed, there's no way we're getting this birthday present out." As soon as he said that, the parents in the car saw it too: Brent scanned the delivery carton with a sullen look on his face. He said something. I