The Fate of Love

"Samson!" I glanced at a few empty whiskey bottles on the table. He couldn't stand these!

Hearing the sound, he glanced at me coldly and indifferently.

Thin lips opened lightly in a low and cold voice, "Get out!"

I sighed, "Samson, you are drinking too much, let's go home!"

He replied, "Home?" There was disdain in his voice, "Is that home?"

I was irritable, “Then what is that? Samson Finn, if you don’t want to see me, I will call Carol. Maya was busy. Don't bother her, my big boss!"

My wrist was violently grabbed by him. For almost an instant, he began to fondle my bosom, "It is not home, at most... a homestay!"

After that, he caught me fiercely.

I struggled with anger, "Then don’t go back anymore. We may life our live separately after you sign the divorce agreement!"

"Hiss!" Suddenly, he bit down on my shoulder.

"What? You got the money, the house and the shares, then leave me?" He laughed extremely coldly, "Sharon Sandra, your love is so cheap."

Why was I talking to a drunkard?

I softened my voice, "Samson, it's getting late, go back with me, okay?"

stopped talking but still didn't

then said,

was also at Carol’s place during this time. So

he was suddenly

The phone was smashed

to crash, "Samson Finn, what do you

I was definitely puzzled!

home!" He held me up easily and staggered

was so frightened with my

said to him softly, "Samson, you are drunk. I can go

fiercely and said inexplicably, "For retaliating against

you, I love you so much. Please let me down and let's go home,

really not much different from a

my surprise, he

him and said, "Okay!

tremblingly. Maya crossed her hands over, "Need

"Did

rolled her eyes, "He was almost the

Samson

him in the car, making

delicate. Such an effort

him with fascination. In general, he was the best

opened his eyes.