When the doorbell rang, she was looking at herself in the mirror—the light pink pajamas faintlly revealed her curvaceous figure, and her slender and white legs were fascinating.
She calmed down and pulled the pajamas down a little before she opened the door.
When she opened the door, the man Celine was thinking all day stood there like a God, but under the night, his expression was hard to guess, but it was definitely not good.
As soon as he arrived, Celine felt that the entire house was terribly quiet.
"Edward, you're here." Her voice was always gentle, but it was full of expectations when listening carefully.
Of course Edward could hear it.
Well, he was not here for visiting.
"Will you not invite me in?" asked Edward. Celine could not tell what he was thinking. She only felt that
