Unwanted Daddy Don't Come Closer to Mommy

"Where is she?"

The man asked anxiously, looking into Quincy's blue-green eyes. "She went back."

Quincy chuckled, "Dixon, you are really glorious."

Dixon turned pale, feeling exhausted. He stood there, feeling that there's nothing he could do to fix the situation.

Quincy crossed his arms, raising his eyebrows and asked, "If I get it right, you are angry about a woman that you once abandoned?"

Dixon couldn't refute. He was shocked by his being out of control. How could he do such a thing!

Dixon's silence let Quincy's sight go deep, "Dixon, I thought you would not be tempted by such a woman." Dixon quickly denied, "tempted?

To her?

She worth it?"

Three rhetorical questions made Quincy raised his eyebrows. "In this case, you won't have use all your strengths."

Crossing arms, his mind unconsciously flashed the picture of Sonia bumping into his arms with tears. The man gathered his thoughts and said word by word, "I have many ways for this kind of woman to listen." When he said the last sentence, the man said it almost word by word, as if he wanted to crush all the pride of Sonia. Looking at Quincy's face, Dixon once again felt strange irritability.

Sonia went back early, because she was no longer in the mood because of Dixon. After saying goodbye to Queenie, she went to the underground parking lot alone. She didn't actually drive, just wanting to breathe some fresh air here. Just now, she was depressed, and she almost drowned in the eyes of Dixon. Her fingers were still trembling. The fear of Dixon had already become an instinct. She hugged herself. The empty parking lot was quiet, so the woman stood, leaning against the wall, and let out a meaningless growl.

How many times does it take...how many times does this pain have to be repeated before she can get out of the shadow?

Dixon, to withstand your repeated harm, how tough should I be?

Tears in Sonia rolled uncontrollably. She gasped heavily, feeling her heart twitched like a spasm, involving severe pain, as if woman licked her wound alone like an injured trapped beast. She had to save herself, and others were not her savior.

After saying goodbye to Dixon, Quincy saw the slender back in the parking lot in such a coincidence.

At that time, Sonia was adjusting her mood and just about to call a cab. She saw a man walking towards her, with a slow and elegant pace. When the man walked near her, she finally saw clearly the blue-green eyes, like fine jade, shimmering dangerous light.

Quincy's light blond hair was wrapped up and tied with a pigtail casually, and the handsome facial features were more surprisingly delicate with his fair skin.

He approached and whistled, putting hands in his pockets. "Why are you here?

I thought you would run to someone to cry about your sadness."

The sarcasm of the words made Sonia frown. She was just about to leave when she was stopped by the man.

"Hey, Sonia Donald."

He rarely called her full name. More often, men call her with a frivolous texture of teasing. At this time, his tone was serious. Sonia paused. She heard the man continued, "Do you remember what happened when you push Maria off the elevator?"

Why did he ask this all of a sudden?

Looking back, Sonia said coldly, "Sorry, I don't really want to mention this to you."

Then she walked out of the parking lot, quickly, as if behind her were some monstrous disasters.

Quincy watched her go away coldly, and his mobile phone vibrated in the pocket. It seemed that someone sent him a message. The man took out his phone. When looking at the message, his slender eyelashes trembled slightly. Obviously, the message surprised him.

At night, the crescent moon hung high, The city gasped into the final carnival, Sonia went back to the bar and got out from the crowd. She had a delicate face. Many people came to flirt with her. But she ignored them, and walked away from the bar with indifferent eyes, out of place. She called Chris, saying that she would head for the hotel first, and took a cab.

On the way home, Sonia frowned. Obviously, the smell of tobacco and alcohol in the bar made her feel a little queasy for a while. Now she got on the car and finally got better. She pressed down the window. In the moonlight, the woman had a face with fair skin, and she seemed to try her best to restrain something. When she got home, Sonia paid the money to get off the car and strode home. The feeling of nausea was not as strong as before after blown by all the night wind, but it still brought her a faint sense of uneasiness.

She sweat from head to toe.

This feeling was not strange.