Chapter 52: What do you mean about Reginald?

The steps in front of the main entrance of the house were covered with a thick white shag carpet.

Pale pink flower petals crumbled down on it.

Reginald was sitting on one side of the carpet, wearing an ink-colored shirt, with the collar's buttons casually unbuttoned, revealing his bronze-colored skin, his long, slender legs stretched out in front of him, a tablet PC in one hand, reading information, and one hand resting on the body of the person beside him.

Heloise was lying on the long steps, her head resting on his lap, reading a newspaper in her hand upside down.

His hand rubbed her face every now and then.

Yet again, they didn't bother each other.

The sun shone down in front of the vintage house, both of them were sitting on the doorstep, one lying down and the other sitting, with hyacinth bud petals at their feet, some of the meaning of the quiet and beautiful time.

But Heloise was forced, she was hard pressed on the head by Reginald to lie on his lap.

He was masterful and impude