“Don’t open the door! What if it’s a stranger?” “Oh! Right! Who is it? What should we do? Millie is scared!” Millie immediately hid behind Bobby. Bobby patted her hand, reassuring her. “Don’t worry. Go back to your room and lock the door.” “Okay.” While Millie ran back to the room, Bobby went up to the door and asked, “Who is it?” “Your new neighbor. I want to borrow some stuff.” Bobby was alarmed when he heard the voice of a man. “New neighbor? I don’t know you. I won’t open the door.” “Did something happen inside?” the man asked. “Nothing. Please leave. My Daddy is coming home soon.” Bobby held the door handle tightly, looking nervous. “Daddy?” the man asked. “Your mommy is living with your daddy?” “Why are you asking that? Of course, Mommy is living with Daddy!” After that, the man’s voice disappeared and things went silent outside the door. Bobby sighed a breath of relief. Some time later, knocks came from the door again. “Open the door. It’s me.” “Unc

A sharp cry broke the steamy atmosphere. Thaddeus turned around and saw a woman in the living room. Linda came in with bags of clothes and necessities. She had promised Mona that she would move in with her for a while last night, and when she arrived, the door was unlocked and opened. She walked into a steamy scene. “What are you doing?!” Linda grabbed the knife on the table and swung it in a flurry at Thaddeus. “I’m warning you! Let go of her, or I will call the cops!” Linda related the man to the mysterious neighbor that Mona mentioned last night, hence her hostility and caution. “You handsome bastard! You are dressed nicely, but you are a piece of shit!” Thaddeus turned around and looked at Linda who was freaking out outside the door. “Shut up!” he bellowed. Linda finally had a good look at the man’s handsome face and was stunned. The knife in her hands fell on the floor with a clang. Thaddeus Fontaine!? Mona’s ex-husband? Thaddeus knew Linda had mistaken him f

“The fever must have burned my brain. I didn’t get to wear my clothes properly, and I bet you must have put your jacket on me when you brought me here.” Mona leaned back against the pillow as her beautiful eyes flickered. She ridiculed, “Don’t tell me it’s you who unbuttoned me, Mr. Fontaine.” It was a joke, but it sounded pleasant to the man’s ears. A hint of mischief mixed with the sweetest tone to become a harmonious melody that soothed his heart. She was in her most relaxed state. She no longer had to comply with his every request or take care of his emotions like when they were still married. She could reveal her truest emotions before him without any scruples. It was sarcastic, but he liked it and he could no longer pull himself away. “What if it’s me? What are you going to do?” “Nothing. It’s not like we haven’t made love before,” Mona said as she crossed her arms, tapping her fingers on her elbow. “You’re rather generous. Aren’t you afraid that the one in your hou

Linda mustered her confidence and seized the opportunity to voice out all the questions that troubled her mind. “Mr. Fontaine, I think you are trying to take advantage of Susan and don’t want to take the responsibility. You can’t do that.” Linda suddenly sounded stern. She continued to feign ignorance and blurted her mind out. “Susan is a good woman. She’s been with you for so many years without a respectable title, yet you fell for another younger and more beautiful lady and you ditched her? You come back to her when you’re bored just to flirt and toy with her, treating her as a tool that you can use to kill time. Aren’t you being a jerk? “I want to make this clear. Please do not disturb Susan anymore and let her live her life. Can you do that?” Linda felt relieved after voicing her concerns. She used to be isolated by her schoolmates, and it was Susan who had stood up for her. Now, she wanted to do something for the kind and strong girl that she called her friend. Thaddeu

“No. I only had sex with you and you alone,” the man answered with a serious look. Mona was skeptical. Her alone? Thaddeus was going to marry Samantha yet they had never had sex before? Could that explain why he was so eager and dry? Was it because he had not touched a woman since they divorced? Mona nodded and scoffed. “I read a book saying that men have a lesser desire to have sex with women they love. You really like Samantha.” “What book is that? What kind of nonsense are you reading?” Thaddeus frowned. It was his ideals in life that made him go after what he loved and let go of what he could not get. If he had to suppress his feelings for the woman he loved, it could not be love. Mona pursed her lips. It was meaningless to continue the conversation. “Mr. Fontaine, how long are you planning to stay?” Thaddeus understood that she wanted him to leave. He turned around and sat back down on the couch. He picked up the magazine from the table, crossed his legs, and s