Pull You Closer Into Me

ething, but she found the wor

e a look first." Soren took out his ID card

y. She had interviewed many people with identical profiles. The document looked very fam

drink occasionally. I don

n card. She knew that with his status, it would

oman. It didn't occur to him to ask until he saw her tears just now. He could see that there was no love lost between her and Greenwood. Eve

. These words had come up when Elsa had been conducting interview before. She sudd

should accept the man's proposal. It

ee and placed it on the table before them. "Here

gar packet and asked

a pa

o be deliberately designed to flatter her, in light of his proposal. However, the calm concentration on his face ma

I'm not rushing you. Take your

doctors said that my chances of bearing a child full term is lower than that of ordinary people. I am busy with w

d what she was implyin

ble for me. What's more, it's still too early to

you're saying is, both of us will be getting the r

ught, Soren no

e we going to do

that they had already accepted e

an you stay here for a while?" S

ashed cold water on her face. She hadn't been getting quality rest in the last few days, so she constantly felt like she was in a daze. It was like she existed in a dream-l

am. She walked out of the bathroom slowly and saw that Soren was still in his seat. A spry, enthusiastic young man rushed toward their table

man said to Elsa in a gruff voice

urned in her face when

us for a

m, turned around, and ran to stand ra

cuments for the marriage registration. It usually takes several

m-like haze, Elsa asked,

g reception tonight and postponing

that at all, so

ked with concern when he

immed through the documents. The pages were densely dotted with description. Certain

accompany you to file the paperwork when it's convenient for you. Once we get th

know which specific materials she needed. Her mother sent her the single status certificate and household register two days ago, and the director of the

d marriage report sections. Elsa never got to read them, but as she watched him write in front of her, she could tell that the words we

s embarrassed to ask him what he wrote. She watched hi

g in attention trotted over

Tell the boss that I will

s,

ah

fore at work, least of all Soren's voice. His voice was exceptionally comm

nce at his wristwatch and said, "I need to change my cloth

was dressed in pajamas and slippers. She watched him head to the elevator, still in a trance. How would she explai

tell her friends first. She would t

ed. She said in an affectionate tone, "Little Bun,

to work. I didn't eat waffles." He

other take you to the hotel?

t then we met an uncle in the elevator, and mommy and I got off the ele

the hotel. 'Who did she meet that she had to rush out and leave her phone at home?' She comforted

untie!" Little Bun c

a young surfer boy. She had seen his identification just now. He was already thirty years old—hardly the teenager that his outfit made him

nch, recalling how Greenwood used to hold her like so. However, facing Soren whom she barely knew, she didn't escape this time. His

ere very slender and long, and her skin was warm and silky to

prepare a free buffet for the hotel guests

htful at this time. You shou

unlight fell on her body and seemed to wrap her in a warm, co

ok her pace with his long strides. The odd mood in he

st, he stopped, made a turn, and sta

dom seen within a prime location in Linchuan City. Elsa couldn't believe that a man such as he co

cure. However, she felt too shy to tell Soren what she felt. She struggled to stay awake and watched him

nd she hadn't seen them many years. Thus, she

voice was so distinct that she could hear