Novel & Cerita Sir Edward Denham

* Looking at her back, Edward Mitchell put his hand over his eyes, a few seconds later he dropped it again, inside his eyes with hidden rings, he slowly re-fastened the collar of his shirt, which was pulled by Anne Jenner. Dennis finished smoking a cigarette, walked up to the front, kicked down the car door, said: "I never expected to see you one day watching you pursue women with your own eyes." "Does she know that watch is worth hundreds of thousands of dollars? Almost threw the trash can . . . . " Dennis tsk tsk twice, Edward Mitchell patted his chin and said, "Where's Peter?" "I saw it just now, but now it's not here, ah, over there."

Then, he learned that Ophelia had just gotten a mild burn. Denzel also knew Edward, but he wasn't as close to him as he was with Jacob. Still, he considered Edward a friend. He had just finished a surgery and changed into a new set of clothes. Exhausted, he walked back to this office. He was considered one of the better men in his circle. He appeared elegant, clean, and handsome. His eyes always seemed to be smiling, like they were completely harmless. His gentle gaze also easily made others lower their guard.

Damian Desmond struggled to hold back his laughter and took his wife's hand, leading her inside. Edward looked after their retreating figures, still wearing a puzzled and incomprehensible expression. Seeing this, a gentleman beside him, who had been trying to suppress his laughter, leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Young Master Edward, what Mrs. Desmond meant is for you not to have any wishful thinking about Mr. Desmond." Wishful thinking about Damian Desmond? What does that mean? Edward blinked his eyes. "It means not to compete with him for the affections of that lady," the gentleman shook his head. Wasn't Edward always proud of his intelligence? How could a simple statement like this r