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Urged by Taylor, Sonya sighed helplessly and supported Henry into the room. She wanted to put Henry on the bed but ended up being brought down by him. Henry even pressed onto her.
Sonya let out a muffled groan as Henry pressed her down. She tried to push him away but failed. Instead, his face was pressed against hers. She could feel his domineering breath as they were so close.
Sonya tried her best to tilt her head to one side. But this time, Henry simply held onto her.
“You…”
Henry forced her to face him and then forcefully kissed her.
Sonya widened her eyes in confusion. She hurriedly tried to break free, but Henry held her even tighter. At the same time, Henry’s hands slipped under her clothes and caressed her body inch by inch.
She felt suffocated in Henry’s kiss and blushed quite hard. She could only pinch his waist. Just as she was about to pass out, Henry finally released her. As she took in big gulps of air, Henry ripped open her clothes.
“Henry!”
Henry pushed aside her hand and buried his head in her chest.
Sonya felt as if she had been set on fire. Her body burned hot. She couldn’t help but let out a
moan.
“No way! Henry! We have…”
Before she could say the word “divorce“, Henry kissed her again. His passionate kiss gradually became gentler and tenderer. Finally, Henry lay on top of her and surprisingly remained still. Sonya quickly pushed him away. While tidying her clothes, she looked at Henry who had closed
his eyes.
Was he really drunk?
When Sonya came out of the room, Taylor had packed up
“Well, why is your face so red?”
Sonya cleared her throat and said, “It’s quite hot in his room.”
“Is it?” Taylor shrugged.“I felt cold last night.”
Sonya hurriedly picked up a suitcase and said, “Let’s go.”
the luggage.
As they passed by the grocery store, Taylor stopped and looked at it with a relieved expression.
“If I had come here to see him back then, I would have lived my life here. Destiny is truly miraculous. A single different thought can bring about a completely different life.”
“What would you have chosen if you could go back?”
“Well,” Taylor smiled and said, “I would’ve chosen the same life.”
“So there’s nothing to regret. You’ve made the right choice.”
Taylor nodded.“You’re right. There’s nothing to regret.”
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They put the luggage in the car. Sonya came to drive, and Taylor sat in the passenger seat with an excited expression.
“When I was young, I dreamed of having a daughter. When she grew up, she and I could go on a mom–and–daughter trip. Now, my dream has come true.”
Sonya felt warm and worried in her heart.“You are such a worrying mom. Let’s make a meal. After this trip, you must go to the hospital for the treatment.”
“I might go back on my word to Benjamin and Henry. But I will never go back on my promise to you.”
Sonya smiled and said, “That’s good.”
It was unsafe to walk on the mountain road at night. Fortunately, they didn’t have to take the winding mountain road. Instead, they followed a country path and passed through one village after another. After driving for five hours, they arrived at a small village.
The villages all looked similar. When Sonya got out of the car, she felt like she had returned to White Rock Village.
But it was impossible. The sign at the entrance of the village read Fruiter Village.
“Ms. Sullivan, you must feel very tired after the journey.”
Sonya saw some staff members approaching the car and blocking the window of the front passenger seat. They greeted Taylor one after another.
Taylor told her that she had agreed to join a variety show aimed at helping farmers. The program team invited several celebrity guests to Fruiter Village to help a fruit farmer’s family. They would pick the apples from the orchard on the mountain and then sell them
Another highlight of this variety show was that the guests came in pairs, including couples with relationship issues, colleagues with cooperation problems, and old friends with broken friendships. They were expected to start open and honest conversations after spending time together and find ways to get along with each other.
Taylor actively signed up for this variety show. She hoped to resolve the emotional conflicts with her best friend and reconcile with her.
Taylor had rarely appeared on TV for these years. Occasionally, due to others‘ invitations, she would take on a role for a few minutes on screen, let alone participate in a variety of shows. Therefore, the program team was quite surprised that Taylor could join in.
Before Sonya got out of the car, the staff had taken the luggage out of the trunk.
“Ms. Sullivan, who is this?”
The man asking the question was the director of this variety show, Mark Keen. He was in his fifties. He was short, chubby, and bald.
Mark asked for Sonya’s identity because he didn’t recognize her in the darkness.
“Oh, her? She’s my manager,” Taylor casually said.
Sonya pursed her lips. How did she become Taylor’s manager?
“Hello, Mr. Keen, I’m Sonya Ella,” Sonya extended her hand towards Mark.
- Mark reached out his hand and shook hers.“Ms. Ella, I’m sorry for the long journey.”
“Not at all.”
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“This village is relatively backward. There is no proper hotel or guesthouse, so we rented a few vacant farmhouse cottages. But don’t worry. We have cleaned the rooms. They are not dirty.” Taylor nodded and expressed satisfaction.“I want to stay in this kind of stone–built house.”
Taylor and Mark walked in front. Sonya walked behind, carrying her bag. Mark said something. Taylor suddenly asked loudly, “She refused to participate? Why?” Mark explained a lot. Taylor’s mood worsened. She did not speak again.
It was late at night, and they had experienced a bumpy journey. They went to rest after arriving at their room.
The next day, Sonya didn’t wake up until almost noon.
The farmhouse was very simple, but it was indeed clean. Washing up would mean going outside. Due to a lack of experience, Sonya went out wearing only a thin nightgown. She felt freezing cold while brushing her teeth.
As she hesitated whether to go back and change into thicker clothes, a coat was draped over her.
This coat had a unique smell that belonged to a specific man. Without turning around, Sonya knew who it was.
She brushed her teeth, washed her face, and dawdled for a while before finally getting up. She thought Henry had left. But he was leaning against the wall, watching her and smiling. The sunlight fell on him. He seemed to have a halo around him as if it were a photo with a filter. Sonya suddenly hiccupped and pursed her lips.
Last night, Henry forcefully bit her lip almost as if he wanted to
“Last night…”
devour her.
“I slept well,” Sonya hurriedly interrupted him, afraid that he would bring up what happened. Henry suppressed a laugh and said, “I mean, last night I got drunk.”
“Oh.”
“Did you do anything to me?”
Sonya widened her
eyes
and replied, “Shouldn’t I be
be the
one asking that?”
“What did I do to you?”
Sonya choked for a moment and said, “No.”
“Then I had a wild dream.”
with a
Sonya felt that Henry was teasing her, so she angrily walked through the narrow passage washbasin in her hand. When she passed Henry, she couldn’t help but kick him.
