She dreamt of him all night—
She must be a masochist, only attracted to the bad men who treated her badly, the wicked, domineering, and tyrannical kind!
Wayne Bailey fulfilled all her imaginations, dangerous and captivating, exuding a wild beast's aura, drawing in her adventurous spirit, making her unable to resist getting closer to him.
Wayne Bailey held her in his arms and turned to walk forward, "You should go to sleep!"
"Wayne, are you really talking to me?" Michelle Harrington walked, dizzily following him.
This dramatic scene had the Johnson's Clan's jaws dropping.
Anna Jadwin bit her lip and called out, "Wayne Bailey!"
Why must he always go against her, insisting on staying? And holding onto Michelle Harrington's body...
"Who you want to marry is your right, which woman I find is none of your business, right?" Wayne Bailey pressed fiercely.
Anna Jadwin walked down the stairs, "Stop it, and come back to Sloviane, okay? Your staying will only make things worse—"