Unwanted Daddy Don't Come Closer to Mommy

Elinor felt feeble, so she lay down on the bed directly, in casual pajamas, leaning cozily and patting the place beside her. "Come here."

Carlo also got on the bed, cast a glance at the game she was playing, and then said, "when I came in, your brother seemed very furious."

Elinor didn't even raise her head, "He's always been arrogant since childhood. Don't mind it."

"You very spoil him."

He asked, "Tut-tut, he's your brother by blood?"

She blinked, as if to attract his attention to her eyes, "Look at my eyes, and then look at his."

"Black, he's not mixed-race."

He also blinked, and his golden hair set off his fair skin, "So he is not your brother by blood. Then do you think why Kemp acted like his sister being taken away from him?"

She didn't think much of it, "We've been living together for a long time."

Carlo deliberately drawled meaningfully, "Really?"

He didn't think so.

The way Kemp looked at him was as if he was his rival. His emotions for her was more than kinship.

But Carlo didn't unveil this fact, and he just lay down, hugged her and pushed her away again. "You're too thin. It's not comfortable to hug you."

When she heard this, she kicked him, "How dare you be so picky? It's your honor to have a chance to hug me."noveldrama

Carlo rubbed his chin, "Has Victor ever hugged you like this?"

Her expression stiffened.

He reached his hands behind her again, and embraced her slowly with his broad shoulders, "Is that so?"

Confining her from behind.

His action reminded her of the memories two years ago when she was pressed brutally by Victor on the bed in such a position.

At that

Victor.

dige wanted to ask

w that he hated her, whet

hold her tight in such

heart-close position.

Obviously, he did lovingly, but his hands were like thorny shackles that dragged her into the abyss.

Victor, if your hated me, why did you hug me?

But those doubts were later turned into bubbles of dust, and now, Carlo's actions re-awakened her deeply-buried pain.

Carlo said, "Fine, sorry."

Her look made him feel he did something wrong.

He swore, "I don't mean to uncover your scars."

"It's fine."

She turned her back to him and slowly said, "Yes, Victor once hugged me like this."

His heat was like fire that was going to burn her to ashes.

"Then he must love you very much."

His words made her shoulders tremble violently.

As if unbelievable, she slowly turned around, with confusion and pain in her gray pupils, "Do you mean Victor loves me?"

"Yeah."

He tidied up her messy hair for her; and then yanked the quilt up to

cover

them two. Under the quilt, his

voice was muffled, "It's just a pity that you missed so much.

Heartbroken, she had to admit that she was in pain for "Victor's love".

"Close your eyes. Your love is dead." He said, "You have your whole life ahead of

you."

At night, at the Borris', Victor woke up from a nightmare and drenched in cold sweat, his face pale.

He grabbed the clothes on his chest, while gasping and muttering, "Elinor... Elinor..."