Mistakenly Love You, To The Bones

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

e quickly. Her throat was still a little

ee to the study

Clinton 's cold

she finished her words,

patient with her, he still had t

't chang

ually put on a thin shirt an

n." The

ned her grip on the

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

ytte went forward and put th

differently and said in disgust, "i

t she was doing. After a while, she sai

Nicola Cli

and the sweetn

s, she still reme

he cup back on the tray and

lia Wytte replied in a low voice,

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

on felt inexplicably irritable, and his ton

with the tray. When she turned around, she

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

ng Nicola Clinton , who also

gust filled the man's

ight away." She tidied up h

her. He directly went forward and grabbed h

tte, are yo

lking about?" Amelia Wytte

and wetted your clothes on purpose. What kind o

Amelia Wytte fell back to the ground heavily. Her elbow

her more was he

nts in the villa, why do you ask me to come here? Or do you w

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

, a

even a dog would be t

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

nton squinted slightly. Seeing the woman leave

breathed a sigh of relief. All the emotio

s doomed to

Wytte was awakened by a de

in the morning. She tossed and turned last nigh

dy to open the door. There was another ma

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

uickly washed her face and changed into

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

te." Amelia Wytte stood in f

e Butler, Uncle Mark , didn't tell h

cola Clinton would come to

s of the Clinton family ." Nicola

ncle Mark said

stood aside an

on 's opinion, it was be

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

Amelia Wytt

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

heart, but she didn't show anything unu

difficult to cook Nicol

picky about her, she made bo

s on the table, Nicola Clin

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

made difficulties by Nicola Clinton , sh

ools and went t

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

ton thought