Unwanted Daddy Don't Come Closer to Mommy

Nothing happened again. Kemp just went out to warn Victor after Elinor and Carlo went to sleep.

Now that he finished his task, he went in the house without mercy for Victor and blocked him outside the door.

Victor stumbled back and almost fell down. He had to brace himself against the wall to stabilize his emotions.

He almost can't clench his shivering hands.

He wanted to rush into Elinor's home and grab Carlo out of her room, but he was afraid that he would see the scene of her and him sleeping together.

He once kicked open the door of her room without care, forcing his way into her world to do lawlessness things to her. But now, time and time again, he was blocked out of her world by this door.

He grabbed his collar, as if restraining his overwhelming feelings from jumping out of his throat. He asked himself.

Victor, have you ever thought of this ending when you hurt Elinor recklessly years ago?

No, no...noveldrama

He did not even think about...

But Elinor, I regret it. As you wish, I am so regretful.

"What should I do?"

He helplessly leaned against the pillar outside the door, and slid down along it gradually.

Obviously he was right outside Elinor's house, but he was unable to step into it.

"Elinor, what do I have to do?" He mumbled helplessly, "Tell me what do I have to do?"

His vision gradually blurred, and some warm liquid slowly overflowed from his eyes.

"To what extent should I do so that you're willing to..."

His tears fell down.

"...come back to me?"

No one heard him anymore.

Elinor slept well this night, and when she woke up in the morning, the sunlight had spilled through the window into the room. The warm atmosphere made her squintin comfort.

She took a look at the surrounding and saw that someone was sleeping on the

edge of the bed casually.

She wanted to laugh, but she also felt upset.

The way Carlo slept was completely different from Victor.

The person who cab sleep in a relaxing way without any worries must be quite optimistic and lively.

But Victor was different.

For many times, she lay down

beside him, her eyes open, desperately waiting for the dawn.

When she turned to look at him, she

only saw his frowning eyebrows

vigilantly.

He was born from the abyss, through the hell, and can not love others and himself.

She leaned over to push Carlo. "Hey."

He slapped her hand away. "Get away."

She laughed angrily. He slept in her house, but he actually acted like a diva in the next morning when she woke him up. Good!

So she kicked him. "This is my bed. Get out of here."

"Ah!" After being kicked to the ground, Carlo was completely awake, with

confusion, "Why do you kick me?"

She said, "To wake you up."

He gritted his teeth angrily, "Damn you! There is no need to kick me!"

She turned her head to look out the window, ignoring his complaint.

Kemp heard the commotion outside and came over to knock on the door, "Elly, you're awake?"

Carlo immediately got up from the floor, "I'm awake."

"Do you have any plans for today?"

Carlo thought for a while. "We have. After meeting her relatives, I'll take your

sister to meet my elders today."

They would meet each other's parents!