Super Sweetheart of the CEO Daddy novel Chapter 1890

Don Stephenson knew that he could not hide tonight, so he had to walk to the bedside and act like an actor, repeating all of his previous actions. .

"What's wrong?" Taylor White suddenly felt the man's movements stiffly lay on her body, her expression flashing in a sense of embarrassment. "I ... I might not be able to satisfy you tonight!" The man said ashamedly.

Taylor White immediately reached over and held her eyes wide open in disbelief.

"Husband, what's wrong with you? Why?" Taylor White was completely blinded. She obviously did not expect this to happen, she really wanted to have sex with him.

Don Stephenson rolled to her side, lying on his back, and closed his eyes and replied, "It might be too stressful recently.

Taylor White's enthusiasm seemed to be suddenly poured down. Her whole body froze. She did not give up on the man, and provoked him.

"How could this be? Husband, are you okay with your body?" Taylor White was instantly discouraged, looking at Don Stephenson with a dissatisfied expression.

Don Stephenson's thoughts changed, and he immediately put on a worried expression: "I should have no problem with my body, or else, I'll go to the hospital to have a checkup tomorrow!"

"You must remember to go, but don't go wrong!" At this moment, Taylor White was anxious and worried. She knew that he might not be pretending to do so.

"No, I'm still so young, and you're so pretty. I might just be socializing for the past few days. I'm too tired!" Don Stephenson turned over and explained and then he went to sleep.

Taylor White endured the emptiness of her body and came into insomnia.

She couldn't figure it out. Why did Don Stephenson suddenly fail? Did she really lose her charm? If Don Stephenson's body had not been healthy, how could he lose interest in her?

Don Stephenson really went to the hospital the next day, but he was so active in the hospital because he wanted to find a reason to convince Taylor White and brought back a lot of medicine to eat. This time, Taylor White completely gave up.

If a woman's body is not satisfied, her heart will become more empty and lonely, her mood will deteriorate, and the whole person will become suspicious.

Taylor White sat on the sofa with a dark face, and almost changed the magazine in her hand.

No, she still did not believe that there was a problem with Don Stephenson's body. She had just called her sister. If a man came back home and was not interested in his wife, there were only two reasons. First, his body was really sick. The other he flirted outside..

Taylor White thought about the second reason, her chest was going to explode.

Monica White's work was quite busy. In the past, she would be very guilty when she met such a busy time, because she could not spend more time with her son. At first, her son would come over from time to time to chat with her, but slowly, her son became sensible. When she was rushing for the manuscript, he would play quietly alone, reading books, and random drawings, he would not come over to disturb her.

Now, she could concentrate on her work and no longer worry about her son being alone.

Monica White looked at the crowded street outside the window and had known him for a while. Even though she met, she still couldn't help but want to be angry with him. It's changing.

Every time she saw that her son was happy and satisfied, she was sad and now she accepted it calmly. She did not know where it had changed, but what had changed was different.

Monica White started to struggle with another thing. She promised to bring her son to invite Poker for dinner.

Monica White could not help but be upset. Actually, she wanted to lie to Stinson Wayne and secretly bring her son out.

However, it's not good to lie. Her son has become dependent on Stinson. As a parent, if she lies in front of the child, her son will definitely look down on her.

Monica White breathed low, so she took her phone and made a text message.

In the next second, the call from Stinson Wayne came in.

Monica White's breathing stagnated.

She was mentally prepared to be ridiculed by him, but she did not expect the man's lazy voice: "Have you booked a place?"

Monica White's scalp was numb and she suddenly did not understand his brain circuits.

"Not yet." Monica White replied instinctively.

"Let's make a reservation. I want to know your son's friend too." Stinson Wayne's thin lips lightly curled up, and the meaning of laughing was unknown.