CHAPTER 3: 2

my future wife doesn't hurt. "

Sherly could no longer hold back her happiness. The woman trotted over to Farrel, hugged him tightly

from behind, and even kissed every inch of his handsome face.

"I still have a meeting after this!" Farrel protested when he felt his face had been filled with red lipstick

stamp from Sherly's lips.

"Let it go," Sherly chuckled with amusement. "Let the women who like you break their hearts." he

laughed again.

"You don't know the law of karma, huh?" asked Farrel sarcastically. "What you reap, that's what you

get. It could be that someday you are in their position, jealous to see me with another woman."

Sherly's laugh slowly faded, replaced by a naughty smile. "That will never happen," he said confidently.

"Not unless he comes back."

After that, Sherly pulled Farrel's face forcibly, and began to kiss the man's lips. Whatever happens in

the future, he doesn't care. Anyway, the man now belongs to him.

And, he too is dead. Never coming back, to take Farell from him again. Will not. Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

To be continued