Two weeks later. Rosie has already been discharged from the hospital and as Marcel promised, he bought her the small toy castle it was placed on the top of her play table, and as she stepped into her room on the day of her discharge, the first thing she saw was the castle and she couldn’t help but scream loudly and run to her father to hug him. Now it’s been two weeks since then and the summer holiday is over. The child had to go back to school and learn to become a better person in the future. These days, Rosie has been eager to go to school and Izabelle doesn’t know why. If it was before, she would grumble and grumble and ask why she always had to go to school. But these days, she even wakes up earlier than usual to take her bath herself and get ready. Yes, that was a new improvement in their lives, Rosie now insists on taking her bath herself. It wasn’t like before when she would insist on taking baby girl treatment and have someone bathe her. Today was a Wednesday and Marcel an

Who the hell sent her this? Marcel groaned as he kept playing the video and watching the content of it. Who was the fucker that sent her such a video? No wonder she has been down the whole ride back home. He clenched his hand wrapped around the phone and almost threw it away. If the phone was his, probably he would have flung it away ever since. The content of the video was offensive to him. Well, he was the one in the video after all. He has to explain to Izabelle that it is not what she thinks it is. Who the fuck sent her this in the first place? God saves the person that he doesn't find out because if he does find out, he is going to make sure to ruin the person’s life. How dare he? Although he already had a hunch of who the person might be, he wasn't so sure yet. He has to investigate this issue and when he eventually finds out, God saves the person. Slipping the phone into his pocket, Marcel climbed up the stairs and immediately ran to the room he shared with Izabelle. He br

“See? I'm bold. I pulled away all my clothes,” Izabelle said as she stared directly into Marcel’s eyes. He looked down on her and feeling his hot gaze on her body, Izabelle gasped and wrapped her hands around her body in a futile attempt to hide her nakedness from him. He burst out laughing. “You think that's hiding anything?”“Wh…what?”“You think you're hiding something from me? That's such a futile attempt.”“I’m…I’m… we should shower already. We’ve been here long enough.”“Right, sweetheart.”Marcel moved them under the shower and immediately turned on the shower in full blast causing Izabelle to gasp in shock. It was cold water. “You didn’t tell me that we’re going to bathe in cold water, Marcel,” she complained through the water running across her face. “Don’t worry. You’re going to need it.”Her hair was wet already and she removed the few strands of hair that were sticking to her face. The water was hella cold. How could he turn on cold water at this time of the night? Does

“Ma…Marcel,” Izabelle moaned. “I know, baby, I know.”His hands moved slowly down to her butt and squeezed her there. Good lord! She was so soft. Every part of her body was soft. From her neck, he made his way to her breasts. They have been standing up and waiting for his attention and he finally decides to give it to them. His mouth took one in and gave it a hard suck causing Izabelle’s hands to fall on his head as she tried to push him away from her sensitive breast but her hands were too weak to do so and they just stayed on his head. “Ahh ah,” she panted and moaned loudly as he tugged on her nipple harshly before coating it with his tongue and moving to the other breast. He paid that one the same attention. Her need tripled and she started rubbing her thighs together as the throbbing down there became too much for her to handle. “No, please, she cried as Marcel pushed her to the wall and separated her thighs before moving his knees in between them. “Please what?” “Pl…please

She raised her hand and snatched his nose mask from his face. Her eyes widened. What the fuck? What was he doing here? “You? Roman Cavanaugh?” She gasped. “Me? Were you expecting someone else?” His lots twitched. “Too bad it's only me. Where do you think you're going to after that stunt you put on last night?”“I wasn't expecting anybody. And what stunt are you talking about? How did I even get here in the first place.”Ruby’s shoulders relaxed as she knew that it was just him and not anybody bad or someone who kidnapped her. But wait! Who told her that he wasn't bad, huh? How come she already trusts him after just meeting him twice or so? “You don't remember?”“I don't remember anything. Just tell me already. I'm having a really bad headache.”“You are. What did you expect after last night? You drank four bottles of beer.”“Four bottles?”“Yes, four bottles.”“Just four?”Roman frowned at her words. He was expecting her to be shocked that she drank a whole four bottles of beer.