His expression became very mixed, like he was both shocked and a bit tempted to laugh at the absurdity of it."Are you kidding me, that kid is at least two or three years old, could you have had it with her?..." It took Jeffrey a few seconds to respond, "Brent, I know you're kind, but even kindness has to have a bottom line, this kind of ridiculousness ......"Brent knew Jeffrey wouldn't believe him, so he didn't say anything more, he just pulled out the paternity report from his phone and laid it out in front of him.Jeffrey was taken aback by Brent's action, reading the words on it carefully and taking another moment to slow down before speaking, "You better explain this whole thing to me carefully, I find I'm having a little trouble understanding it.""One day, four years ago, I went out partying with my classmates and stayed out drunk. That night a little prostitute who had gone to the wrong room was drugged and found her way to my room ...... After that she left, I actually searc

"Call me hubby." Brent repeated what he had just said. He reached out and gently pinned Hermosa's sweat-soaked hair behind her ear. She squirmed herself with unbearably. He, however, stopped his own movements. Hermosa's thoughts were still floating on a cloud, as if she were bound in a mist by huge tentacles. She was on the verge of being unable to think. "Sir, you..." The man in front of her suddenly stopped moving and insisted that she call him ' hubby'. She looked up into Brent's eyes as if she had been pushed back into the real world by those nameless tentacles, confused. Her eyes were still tinged with the pink seduction of lust. Brent knew of course what Hermosa was surprised about, but he didn't explain, and at the moment there was no way to explain, "Be a good girl, you call me hubby again and I'll make you more comfortable, okay?" He stroked his hands naughtily over her buttocks a few times before using both hands to pull her calves down with increasing force.He fucked de

Sir was too perceptive to hide it from him, Hermosa should have known that.She ducked her head and looked away for a moment, not knowing how to conceal her inner turmoil.She wanted to tell Brent everything, but she was afraid that if she did, he might not even want to spend the last two days with her.She knows that when two people are in love they should be honest with each other.But Hermosa didn't know what other option she had at the moment but to hide it from Brent."No, you're overthinking it." She kept her distance from Brent when she spoke.Hermosa didn't speak to Brent about such topics in front of the children until she walked to the inner room, a curtain away, to make milk for Elisa, and then lowered her voice in response to Brent.Her nose hurt, and the corners of her eyes were instinctively heated and moist. But her hands were still trembling.She deliberately lowered her head and covered half of her face with her long hair, not wanting Brent to see how bad she looked.

As soon as Brent said this, the sound of a wheelchair fading away sounded in Hermosa's ears. Panicked, she turned her head at the sound and within seconds she heard the lift ding.Brent had really left.She was accompanied only by the darkness and the pleasure of her body being stimulated by the constant vibrations.Hermosa's body started to heat up and she couldn't take it any more, wiggling her hips and curling her toes, and within seconds she wanted to give up.But she couldn't.Sir wouldn't let her give up so quickly or she would be punished.She wanted to be fucked by Sir, she didn't want to be punished."Ah ...... sir, sir!"Hermosa didn't know how she managed to endure the orgasm, all she knew was that she was dying of sexual passion, the lab table beneath her making noises as she struggled, her tears wetting the black cloth running straight down in front of her.Her slender waist collapsed, her two tender holes twitching in the afterglow of pleasure, her belly tingling with pa

Hermosa had betrayed him.Before Hermosa raised the syringe on him, Brent would have thought it was a ridiculous joke, no matter what anyone said about it.God appeared to chastise him because he was susceptible to having a soft heart.That was why he abhorred violence so much.She had just watched him rise a little from the darkness of his fallen world, only to push him back into hell.He didn't really want to believe that. But it was true.But when he saw the tears in Hermosa's eyes, the fear and guilt in her eyes, he knew she did want to kill him. But he still wanted to hear her admit it.The truth was so cruel that it cut Brent's heart like a sharp blade.He couldn't even feel the pain for a moment as the hot blood spurted out and overwhelmed his senses and his mind.Knowing that the bedroom must have been bugged by Hermosa's monitor or a camera, he didn't say another word to Hermosa here, but took her straight to the basement.In his anger, he was surprisingly strong, and even th