Mistakenly Love You To The Bones

ia Wytte. When she came to her senses, she fo

quickly. Her throat was still a little d

e to the study

linton 's cold

she finished her words, t

patient with her, he still had

t change

ally put on a thin shirt and

." The m

ed her grip on the d

ed, revealing his delicate collarbone. Different from the day, his hair was scattered in front of his forehe

tte went forward and put the

differently and said in disgust, "

t she was doing. After a while, she sa

Nicola Clin

and the sweetne

s, she still rem

e cup back on the tray and

ia Wytte replied in a low voice,

n day after day. What she needed to do now was to

n felt inexplicably irritable, and his tone

ith the tray. When she turned around, she

e ground. The coffee just splashed on her chest, and the thin

g Nicola Clinton , who also r

ust filled the man's

ght away." She tidied up he

er. He directly went forward and grabbed he

te, are you

king about?" Amelia Wytte

and wetted your clothes on purpose. What kind of

Amelia Wytte fell back to the ground heavily. Her elbow

her more was h

ts in the villa, why do you ask me to come here? Or do you wa

y dirty my eyes if I see you. Amelia Wytte, remember your identity. Now, yo

, a

ven a dog would be tr

fter all, the salary of the servants in the Clinton family is much higher than in the nightclub."

nton squinted slightly. Seeing the woman leav

reathed a sigh of relief. All the emotion

doomed to

Wytte was awakened by a d

n the morning. She tossed and turned last night

dy to open the door. There was another m

tte, I'm sorry. It's Mr. who asked me to come. You'd bette

ickly washed her face and changed into t

sarcasm had already reached her ears. "What? Do you really t

te." Amelia Wytte stood in

e Butler, Uncle Mark , didn't tell

cola Clinton would come t

s of the Clinton family ." Nicol

ncle Mark sai

tood aside and

n 's opinion, it was bet

? Go and prepare breakfast for Mr. Clinton. From now on, your job is to be res

Amelia Wytte

you, who once was a noble daughter of a rich family?"

eart, but she didn't show anything unus

difficult to cook Nico

icky about her, she made bot

on the table, Nicola Clint

he kitchen and then clean the backyard." The Butler ste

made difficulties by Nicola Clinton , she

ools and went

backyard garden had been expanded a lot. She couldn't f

on thought h