Thank heavens it wasn't necessary. Yuri's father snapped out of the lapse in a rage in a second. The next he was looking at Marc ruefully. He didn't even wonder who the hell he was or what he was doing there. He only apologized to her and softened very slowly, surprised by his own outburst.Marc didn't want to pay attention to those guilty eyes, and not because it was another one of his flashbacks . His mother's attacker never regretted it, nor did he try to fake it. I was proud. In that they were different. But the disgust had permeated so deeply in his body and in his blood that he could not be separated immediately."Oh, God," the mother murmured. I didn't know you were accompanied."You knew it was me." But it seems that this is not enough for you to behave “Yuri reproached him harshly. Marc knew that it was she who was touching his shoulder. Leave it alone. They were already leaving, right? I don't think they want to give Caleb a violent show

"After before"? Did this woman really think she was satisfied with a few kisses? He must have seen very little of the world. Yuri left the room and he did so a few seconds later, when he had already entered the title of the novel and the name of the writer. Kathleen Priest. It sounded good. The front and back covers were black, with a very elegant drawing of a cross”legged blonde woman. The yoke of pleasure . It sounded erotic. He followed Yuri, who was waiting for him leaning against the wall “as if she was going to get lost. They crossed the corridor in silence. Marc meditated on what he had said. Perhaps she suspected something, or perhaps it was her way of moving him, admitting to being weak in the face of her feelings for him... It still shocked him that a woman like her would confess her flaws without her voice shaking. That is to say... Yes, he trembled. But he did not seem to hesitate between saying it or not saying it. And on the other hand,

“Who is it? Natsumi asked. Her mother had already left, and she was dressing in front of Yuri without any shame. She also envied that about her sister, that she wasn't embarrassed to be naked in front of someone.“It's Marc. He's sick too. My goodness, this is all my fault... I should have bought a ready”made cake. From: Yuri SandovalTo: Marc Ambani Subject: Coming Friday Are you accompanied at least? From: Marc AmbaniTo: Yuri SandovalSubject: Coming Friday Unfortunately not. "He's alone," he said to Mio, making a mortified face.“Poor. Could you drop by and check on her before you go with Cal. You guys are friends, right?Uh... Yeah, right? Supposedly they were, until he'd kissed her and then the boundaries of what friends did became somewhat blurred.<

Although a part of him wanted to investigate, to use that advantage to uncover some dirt on Yuri”surely Hugo would know something, or his cousin would have told him secrets”he couldn't find the voice to ask. Perhaps because he couldn't get the image of the woman out of his head confessing, with devastating modesty and docility, that he was "her dreams come true." No, not only that. It was all her dreams come true. Not one, not two. all .It wasn't the first time someone had put a weight like that on their shoulders. Since he was a child, he was used to having his elders expect great things from him. But Marc didn't have time to worry about that. First, because the ones who wanted him to meet their expectations were family members he hated and whom it would be better for him to disappoint. And second, because, in effect, he was too busy living three lives as a single man to give importance to the wishes of others.However, when Yuri had spo

"I can advise Campbell not to leave her job until it is known whether or not Carol's accusations are true, just as I can counter the infidelities and family support with your own failings as your client's mother figure." Anything you can do, I can do better... and you know that very well. If you were clear on victory, you wouldn't be so worried about the court reaching for a divorce.Marc took a breath and took a quick look at the clock."Allow me to correct you, sweetie." Both We know that victory, for the moment, has none. Campbell isn't stupid and neither is Carol, just like we all have an idea of what's out there. If they don't give in, it's because they both believe they can win, ergo, there's a hidden test that maybe they've taught us or maybe not, but that can destroy the other. Being in more or less equal conditions, in the end everything will depend on who has the most agile mind, or who dares to take a risk.“You are very good a