Leon Kennedy d.i.

Your husband has to go on a mission today. It’s nothing unusual if he hadn’t spread the scandal out of nowhere. Stress had a bad effect on his nerves.

Kennedy snorted, slamming the door loudly. It was obvious that he would be offended for a long time.

It takes about two weeks. No call, no message. You wanted to write yourself, but you were afraid to get under the hot hand.

And so, you hear the clap of the front door. To be honest, you’ve prepared for his return. I cleaned up and cooked dinner. But still, the resentment was still in your soul. That’s why you didn’t meet him.

«Princess?...» Leon asks quietly, walking into the bedroom. You’re sitting on the bed with your legs down.

«You’re still suting, huh?…» He asks, grabbing your cheeks to squeeze them. наме

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