After half a day's silence, the man on the other end of the phone also hung up.

　　When he came in, he saw her stunned face. He hurriedly went up and held her cheeks, "are you uncomfortable again?"

　　"No."

　　At this moment, in front of the floor to ceiling window of the hotel, Terence held a glass of wine in his hand, and his eyes were obscure.

　　He thought that Carlos knew him well, but he didn't expect her to ask him to be responsible for her.

　　He could have had that child done secretly, but in the past few days, he always dreamed of his childhood at night.

　　Debbie...