Powerless Lauren Roberts Age Rating นิยาย & เรื่องราว

If Lauren doesn’t look like a woman in her late thirties, I would think she and Marcus actually has something going on. Few minutes later, Laurel excused herself to go….I don’t even remember what she was leaving to do, I wasn’t paying attention. I had just smiled at her as she says something to me and Marcus and almost immediately my eyes had went back to a lady who I noticed has been stealing glances at me for a while now. She had a camera hung on her neck and there was a little boy with her, he looked about ten years of age. I looked away focusing on Marcus.

had provided. Ray took the subway to the courthouse. To his surprise, Lauren was already waiting outside. She was twenty-seven, around five-foot-three, with a pretty, sweet face and wide eyes. Her ponytail swung lightly behind her. A solid seven out of ten in looks, though her body was unremarkable—flat-chested, thin shoulders. She stared at him, uncertain, shaken by the fact that he somehow knew the truth. She had no idea it was something she herself had told him once—just before he died in their previous life. She hadn't cared about keeping secrets from a dying man.

"Because I missed you. I’ve been calling you, but you haven't been answering. You know, you’re starting to hurt my feelings." Zendaya forced a smile and subtly pulled her hand away. "Ah, I’ve just been busy with school, so I haven't been able to pick up your calls." The smile vanished from Laureen’s face, replaced by a cold, serious stare. "Do you know what I hate most about children? Liars," she said, her voice heavy with emphasis. Zendaya froze as she looked at Laureen. The woman had always been sweet to her before, but the way she was looking at her now was terrifying. It was a look unlike any she had seen from her—the kind of stare she only saw from villains in horror movies.