บททั้งหมดของ Love Strategy: Husband's Allure: บทที่ 251 - บทที่ 260

When he had time to go out and play, Stacy asked her son to play with him. She was afraid that his eyes would be bad if he kept playing games. Unfortunately, as soon as they went downstairs, they saw Thera. Thera looked at the four people coming out of the elevator and asked with a smile, "Are you going out?" Harry sneered and said, "Mr. White, you're really a ghost." Thera was not angry. She smiled and said, "Mr. Louise, you're flattering me." He looked at Stacy and said, "I know there is a place suitable for children to play here. I'll show you the way." Thera didn't ask, but directly made a decision. "Since you have come to my place, you should be treated by me. If there is something that you don't take good care of, please forgive Miss Zong and Miss Morgan." Since Thera had already said that, it was not appropriate for Stacy to refuse. She glanced at Harry and smiled faintly. "Then, please, Mr. White." "No problem." Thera smiled and s

Stacy was burning in a daze, and she didn't hear what Qing Harry said. She only heard the sentence that I won't touch you, so she let go of her hand. Harry took off her sweater. There was still water on her white skin. She was cold, her body was shaking, and her body was twisting. She wanted to find a warm place. Harry looked at her naked body and her Adam's apple was rolling up and down. He had to admit that her appearance was very attractive. Her delicate body, which was flushed because of fever, and her wet hair was sticking to her cheek. She looked like a charming woman. When she was crazily tangling her hair, her sweat soaked her hair, and she looked like she was too weak to be charming. Harry felt hot and dry all over his body. If Stacy was not sick, he would not tolerate it this time. He took a deep breath before stretching out his hand to take off her bra. She had once given birth to a child, but her chest was still straight, without any side cleavage. Like a

A thunder struck Yedda's heart. She froze in place, letting go of Thera's hand bit by bit. She didn't deserve him either. She was dirty, and her body was dirty. "I'm no longer worthy of him. I'm not worthy of him." She was terrified and at a loss for what to do. She kept stepping back, fearing that the filth on her body would stain Thera. She hated, hated, hated, hated the person who had raped her, resented the unfairness of her fate. "It's too late to get back." Thera patiently persuaded her with the last patience, hoping that she could understand and admit her mistake. He thought that Stacy would definitely give her a chance to make a fresh start, given Stacy's kindness. "Ha, ha, ha..." Yedda laughed, and her laughter grew louder and louder. Her eyes turned red, and she stared at Thera, who could not hide her disappointment. "It's you who should be lost. It's you, Thera!" Thera closed her eyes. She knew clearly that Yedda was hopeless. He had

"You guys are investigating me?" Yedda jumped up crazily and tried to fight with Boyce. That was her secret and she did not allow anyone to know it. Her feet were tied up. The moment she jumped up, she fell back to the ground. Boyce smiled and understood that this was her weakness, so he continued to stimulate her. "You were pregnant when you were 16 years old, and you were born, but... you were dead." "Shut up, shut up!" Yedda roared. She shook her head. Boyce's words were like muffled thunder, cutting straight down from her top and separating her blood from her flesh. Sometimes she was crazy, and sometimes she was like a lifeless puppet lying on the ground. On the second floor. Thera frowned. Boyce only said two simple sentences, but these two sentences shocked him a lot. Yedda was pregnant at the age of sixteen? And gave birth to a child? This was also a bolt out of the blue for him. A 16-year-old girl was still underage. Now, he

Melinda was wearing a mink coat, and her silver hair was neatly folded behind her head. She carried a bag in her hand and looked like a servant. It seemed that she had just arrived here. Charles's face immediately turned green. He turned to look at Harry and wondered if it was because he had seen his joke that day that he told his grandma his whereabouts. Harry was too lazy to pay attention to him. He was not so bored to complain. "Don't look at it. It's me who said it." Boyce was also shocked when he saw the old lady. A few days ago, the old lady called him every day and cried and complained. Boyce really had no choice but to tell her the address. Unexpectedly, the old lady came. "You..." Charles gnashed his teeth in hatred. How could he reveal his whereabouts to the Old Madam? If he was caught by the old lady, he would have no freedom at all. "What are you talking about!" Melinda grabbed Charles's ear and pulled her inside. "Kid, look at my wife. Y