Let Me Go, My Ex-husband

He frowned, seemingly displeased with this uncontrolled physical reaction, but couldn't move his eyes.

In her sleep, Lindsay dreamed she was on the African savannah, being stared at by a fierce lion, which was staring straight at her as if it was going to eat her. She woke up with a start from her dream.

However, the moment she opened her eyes, what met her eyes was a pair of deep, yet forcing calm pupils.

Her brain went blank for a moment.

Her eyes snapped open and she covered her chest, saying incoherently, "You, how did you get in my bed?"

The man calmly withdrew his gaze and slowly lifted the covers, "This is my bed."

Lindsay tried to open her mouth to retort, but when looking at the environment of the room, she swallowed the words that came to her lips.

"Weren't you there for your girlfriend's birthday? Why did you come back?" Lindsay got off the bed and stood aside.

Her tone was a slightly questioning one.

Yesterday she heard from Aunt Nina that he was not coming back at night, and then she let her guard down and slept deeply, and she did not even know that he had entered the room.

She actually slept in the same bed as this man last night.

The thought that she slept in his arms last night made her cheeks hot.

She ducked her head.

Hugo unbuttoned his shirt, he didn't take off his clothes last night, which still had the smell of alcohol on them, they were wrinkled and stuck to his body uncomfortably. He looked askance at the woman standing at the edge of the bed at a loss, the curve of his lips had a hint of playfulness, "Is girlfriend's birthday as important as a wedding night?"

Lindsay, "......"

It was a deal. They were not a couple. How could they have a wedding night?

Hugo took his shirt off.

Lindsay turned her head in a hurry as the man actually undressed in front of her.

Since that night, she has been particularly repulsed by men, especially those crossing the interpersonal distance.

She panicked, "I'll, I'll go out first."

She said and ran out of the bedroom in a huff.

Hugo didn't pay much attention, unbuckled his belt and went into the bathroom.

He needed a shower to clear his head.

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The sound of rushing water came out from the bathroom, and after about an hour, the smoke with the aroma of shower gel wafted out into the air. After the shower, his short dark hair was slightly wet and disheveled, and his white bathrobe wrapped around his slender Body, with slight opening collar, his honey-colored skin and firm pectoral muscles were partly visible, exuding a masculinity that could not be underestimated.

He stepped over to his closet and pulled it open, ready to pull out his clothes when he found an

velet

unfamiliar, sunflower-emblazoned bag there.

His movements lurched, it belonged to the woman? And it was with

flowers printed on it. How could that

woman be so childish?

And she was nonchalant, to take her things and put them in his closet.

He frowned slightly and pulled out his clothes and put them on, accidentally touching her bag as he put the hanger down.

The bag was left unzipped, and when dropped like that, all the contents fell out, like simple clothes and household items.

He knelt down and was just about to pick them up when he found an ultrasound picture...

Lindsay, female, 18, early pregnancy, six weeks.

That woman was pregnant?