I want to know the effect of moving out and living with his adoptive mother.
When I put it back in my wallet, Amber’s red envelope fell on the floor, still exuding her disgusting perfume. I picked it up and nailed it to my refrigerator with one of my many Akita magnets. That damn envelope was almost screaming for me to call. So I did it.
"Hello?" Connor's voice sounded as if I just woke him up.
"If a person sleeps at this time, what will he live on?" I asked. Surprisingly, Connor’s career never appeared. "Agent? ZìYóu professional?"
"Sè affection telephone operator"
"what?!"
He broke down on the other end of the phone. "Don't mess up your sex." He continued to laugh, but finally calmed down. "Actually, it's real estate. Think about it. I have to make good use of my talents, right?"
Thank God for giving us a little miracle. "Sorry, I didn't call you back," I said. "I know I promised you, but a lot of things have happened recently. I can't find the time. In fact, I called to ask you to do me a favor."
"Oh, oh. You really owe me a favor, don't you?"
"Would you like to go to the wedding with me?" I asked. When I spoke, I almost held my breath and drew back.
"This is not a help. I am happy." Praise God again.
"Guess who it is?"
"Our two love birds?"
"How did you know?"
"Russell also gave me an invitation," he said. "I must say that he has been very quiet lately and it is difficult to get in touch, but in any case, you saved me a phone call."
How can I kill Amber quickly and painlessly, at least for me
"Kelly, what are you doing now?"
I am getting a pedicure, but he doesn't need to know this. "Nothing. Why?"
He was silent. "I just want to know if I can stop by. I bought you something—a little thing. It reminds me of you, nothing more."
Then I realized that I still kept the gift he brought. "If you want, you can come and have a look," I said. "I'm planning to order Chinese takeaway. Have you had dinner?"
"No, Chinese sounds good." I decided to order a buffet, and he could pick and choose because I really didn't know what he liked.
I'm starving to death and can't wait for him to come. I have to take off my work clothes. I decided to choose a comfortable one, but to show my figure a little bit-and, oh, a bit of strawberry-flavored lip gloss.
Finally, the doorbell rang, and I asked him to get up. He is as handsome as ever, dark blue sè frayed jeans, white sèv-necked pullover, stubble chin and slightly sleek hair. He put his hand on my shoulder, closed the door, and kissed me on the cheek. I shivered slightly. As always, he smelled good.
"Here." He put a small black velvet box in my hand. I opened it and it was a sheer necklace, attached to a small silver and brass whistle. He helped me put the chain up, and I put the chain to my mouth to blow. Relative to its size, this is quite loud and harsh. Kimoto pulled her ears back and ran away. Connor said, "This is to prevent people from being overly enthusiastic about you, you need to fend off them.". His eyes softened, and I immediately felt his pain, like a broken heart.
I also feel anxious. "What's wrong?" I said, concerned.
His eyes were tearful, and he took his hand and held mine. "Amber told me about you. I'm sorry to let you go through this. No woman should feel that kind of pain."
"Thank you for the gift and your concern. I hope I never need to use this, but I will keep it handy," I said, while turning the whistle in my hand. I smiled enthusiastically at him. "Oh, oh, I brought you something too!" I handed him the box, and he opened it slowly.
"The truth will make you ZìYóu. With a big smile on his face, he leans over and hugs me. This is a good, firm hug, one learns to appreciate.
There was a quick and single knock on the door, and the door opened. I quickly let go of Connor, but reluctantly.
"Oh, you little Camille Queen, me." The expression on Philip's face immediately showed shock, embarrassment, and jealousy. In fact, it comes from a seven-year-old child, which is a bit disturbing. I can only imagine what was thinking in Connor's head. Philip now makes me feel that I really need privacy.
"Connor, this is Philip, my neighbor friend," I said, a little uncomfortable.
Connor's face twisted slightly, and when Philip walked in, I realized what he was saying. "It's nice to meet you, Philip," Connor said. "It is always pleasant to meet another traveler." He shook Philip's hand, and Philip shot back as firmly as the muscles of a seven-year-old child allowed. He persisted for a little longer than I expected. I held my breath again, expecting what he might do to Connor's interior, but he let go and continued to turn away.
"Hey, what are you doing?" I asked.
"Just hang," he mimicked at his best seven-year-old.
I decided not to let him slam the door when he was leaving, and did not want him to stay, so I begged him: "Don't go, I ordered a lot of Chinese food, we can't finish it." When I speak When I glanced at Connor, he nodded.
"Yes," Connor said. "Please stay, Philip, I'm serious." He spoke in a special way, and Philip did come in and sat on the sofa.
"Soul words, huh?" Philip said.
"Yes. I'm glad we can be ourselves here. Philip, how about you?" I heard the question in his voice, and I know Philip is the same.
"You can call me Radimo."
Connor adjusted his seat unconsciously and bit his lip. "It is great to have such a celebrity present," he said. "Radimer, I heard your story from my parents. How long have you and Kelly known each other here?"
"She knows who I am and what I do. It doesn't matter how long we have known each other."
Connor smiled slightly.
The doorbell rang and I shouted, "Food!" I was starving, and I needed to leave the boys in the room for a while. I ran downstairs, paid the deliveryman, and dragged away all the packages. Two of my guests jumped up and helped me enter my apartment.
"Hey, this should count on me," Philip said. "I won a thousand dollars with a lottery ticket. Nice to meet you, Kelly." I opened my mouth wide, wishing to kick myself. This makes me wonder-if I keep it for myself, when I scratch it, does it have any value
After a lot of eating, drinking, talking, transforming, and changing clothes for Philip—I guess it was on the ground—the boys seemed to be enthusiastic with each other, almost forgetting me. They even came up with a plan for Connor to help Radimo solve his parenting problem. But I kind of miss Philip.
The two finally said goodbye and arranged for Connor to come back another day.
Radimo left first, let me send him out. "Please be careful," he whispered. "I know you like him, but how do you know him?" He looked into my eyes, and when I thought he was going to kiss me, he walked to his apartment. Before Karen went home, he would be very Become Philip soon.
When I returned to my own place, I saw Connor was wearing shoes. "Thank you for your dinner and company, Kelly. And thank you for the gift you gave me. I know where to put it. He stood very close to me, staring into my eyes intently." Careful Radimo, "He said." You haven't heard all my stories. My parents told me many stories about Lenhala, and Radimo played some roles in them. He is a powerful and dangerous man. "
I agreed to be careful of my back. Before he left, he leaned against me and stole my breath, his lips pressed against mine. I hope he will try the strawberry-flavored lip gloss I reapplied after dinner. With his hand at the bottom of my back, I suddenly felt a desire to roam, but he was a gentleman and quickly removed it. When he left, I sighed deeply because I was standing at the top of the apartment stairs.
When I look out of the corridor window, Connor will make the sound of a horn when his car drives out. I stood there, seeing nothing, and heard Radimo closing the curtains. These two Jǐng reports recurred in my mind. After careful consideration, I decided that I could not live in the fear of everyone around me. If I were a normal person, how would a good glass of wine help me now
Time flies quickly when I'm busy, and so will the next few days, but I'm very happy to be able to make money by doing things that help others. In just a week, Hand of Help helped six people complete a difficult task, realize some lifelong dreams, or just pure relaxation. Life is good, until I received a strange phone call from Gunthreon.
The conclusion I got from this one-sided conversation is that there is a problem with the "contact" and Nida must be found as soon as possible. I agree to see him because he sounds upset. Evan allowed me to sneak out a few hours in advance.
Fiderot picked me up directly from the office and drove me to Gonseron's home, the Cave of Souls, where I was welcomed by Russell. I hugged him and asked him how the wedding plan was going, but he dismissed my question, saying that he was going out to get Amber’s dry-cleaned clothes. "Let her get the dry-cleaned clothes by herself," I said. He just smiled weirdly and drove away while waving goodbye.
I found Gunthreon in the room with the disappearing door. He sat, staring at the urn supporting his chest. "Gance, are you okay?" I said. I walked over and stood right in front of him, and he finally noticed that he was not alone.
"Did you see it?" he asked me.
"Yes, I saw the ashes."
"No, did you see it?"
"Well, you need a little more description now." (to be continued) (end of this chapter)