Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

Elaine's eyes widened slightly, and after quickly reacting, she gently stretched out the tip of her tongue and tasted a

faint peachy taste on his thin lips, sweet but not greasy.

The kiss ended with Darnell's palm caressing the back of her neck, his voice low, asking her rhetorically, "Was it

good."

Elaine crawled smoothly around the table to him and winked, "It was too short to taste it."

The corners of Darnell's mouth hooked down and he re-embraced her lips, attacking the city one step at a time, his

movements strong and full of force.

Within a few moments, Elaine was a little out of breath, and she instinctively tried to back up, her waist against the

table.

Darnell pulled her back easily and Elaine pushed her hand against his chest as a protest.

He took her hand and pulled it down, holding her in his palm, and placed it directly on the table.

Before Elaine had a chance to change her breath, he resumed the kiss, his palm clasping the back of her head.

The overhead light was a warm white, and the semi-circular shade cast a shadow on the wall, swaying a bit with the

occasional evening breeze that passed by the window.

The rain is still falling and the sound is crisp and pronounced.

Just as Elaine felt like she was going to choke, Darnell finally moved away from her lips and kissed her behind the

ear, and his palm went down to the back of her neck and whispered, "Does it still hurt."

Elaine ummed the doctor, gasping slightly, her brain barely able to keep up with her thoughts, "A little."

Darnell gave her a gentle rub down: "Spray some more."

He was just about to turn around to get his medicine when Elaine tugged at his shirt, her eyes wet and bright,

staring straight at him, "That one doesn't matter."

Darnell sniffed and his eyebrows moved unnoticed.

Elaine was about to say something when, in the next second, he picked her up and headed inside the room.

There were no lights on inside and the light was obscure.

Elaine lay on her back, breathing feverishly.

Even though it was raining outside, the air was vaguely floating with the smell of dry heat.

Elaine heard the sound of a metal clasp being undone, and then heard him place the watch on the nightstand and

pull open the drawer ......

She breathed a lot heavier, shuddered a little, and her hand grabbed the shirt around his waist.

Although it is not without doing ......

But the pain is still fresh in my mind.

Darnell leaned over and kissed her brow while talking to her, "Things worked out here?"

Elaine hmmed in a nasal voice, put her hand around his neck, hesitated or whispered, "But I ......"

Halfway through her sentence, she lost her voice again.

Darnell knew what she was worried about and said slowly, "Riverside City is taken care of, you can go back anytime

you want, no one can do anything to you."

Elaine shook her head and her voice got even quieter, "I just, miss my dad."

Darnell paused, hand smoothing her hair and tucking it behind her ear, "I'll take you to him when we get back to

Riverside City."

Elaine nodded and added, "Where is he buried, next to Grandpa and Grandpa?"

Darnell: "......"

He was silent for a few seconds and didn't say anything.

Elaine regretted the words as they came out of her mouth. She shouldn't have mentioned these things in this

situation.

Darnell said, "Elaine ......"

Elaine refused to continue, yanking his shirt out of his suit pants, "Let's get right to it."

Darnell took her hand in his, "Elaine, I have something to tell you."

Elaine had trouble understanding, "What is it that you have to pick this time to say."

Immediately afterwards, she asked, "If you tell me about this tomorrow, will it have an impact on my whole life?"

"...... will not."

"Then why are you saying it now."

A few seconds later, Darnell suddenly laughed.

Elaine was wondering what he was smiling at when his thin, hot lips, had landed on her collarbone.

Some itching, some numbness.

Continue down the line.

Elaine couldn't help but voice out, "Actually I think ......"

Darnell clasped her hand, "We'll talk tomorrow."

Elaine belonged to the group that blocked her own path this time.

She couldn't help it, clutching his fingers.

Elaine's eyelashes fluttered slightly and she squeezed out a voice with difficulty, "It hurts a little ......"

Darnell gave a start, saw her forehead sweat fine, not like fake, and asked in a low voice: "Than the last pain?"

Elaine whimpered, "It's probably because you're big again."

Darnell: "......"

Elaine realized something was wrong and tried to argue, "I'm talking about age, don't get it wrong every time,

okay?"

"What does this have to do with age."

"How does it matter, physical fitness these, are directly linked to age, OK, you ......"

Darnell closed his eyes and took a breath, "Elaine, be quiet."

Elaine "oh", but also did not say anything.

Outside the window, the rain is falling, but in the room, but always hot.

Elaine's fingers clasped his shoulder, feeling some pain, but not so much pain, just seems to move a little, mixed

with sweat under the body will not stop flowing.

It's a blur, like spending several springs, summers and winters.

Now she can finally truly feel that he has always been there.