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Dalton perused the “materials” and spent a full two hours.
The more I looked, the colder the expression became.
At first, he thought that Amelia was just too naive.
But when he actually looked closer, he realized how disgusting and terrible this action was.
It can be said that it was a serious case of sexual harassment.
In addition to photos, there is also a lot of text in it.
The content was unsightly.
According to Amelia, many of these vulgar photos came from that anonymous lunatic.
And he was convinced that Amelia liked Dalton, as he continuously sent her for eight months, tirelessly, like a devil.
Dalton’s head throbbed with pain as he couldn’t bear to think about the years he was not by Amelia’s side. He wondered what emotions she had hidden away, one after another.
“Amelia, tell me again, how old were you at that time?”
“Twenty.”
Amelia felt weak all over and dozed off while hugging a pillow.
Like a clingy cat, it kept sticking to him.
Dalton’s furrowed brow gradually relaxed as he set aside the photo in his hand and carried her back
to the bedroom.
Amelia instinctively held onto his arm.
Dalton couldn’t help but lower his head and kiss her.
She made stuttering sounds as she was being kissed.
Fortunately, she did not feel disgusted by his touch because of it.
Afterwards, Dalton covered Amelia with a blanket and went to the balcony.
Rarely did he light a cigarette.
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He wanted to deal with the matter of the photos first, but the memories of tonight were too overwhelming.
In the moments of lowered brows and blinking eyes, Amelia’s act of pouncing on him would
frequently flash before his eyes.
All or nothing.
A resolute expression.
He grimly made him give up resistance.
This scene raced through his mind.
Wherever they went, fireworks lit up the sky, leaving people’s heads spinning.
Dalton’s mind was filled to the brim with something, and he had to take a breath and relax.
Then, his gaze fell on the selected few photographs.
The style was completely different from the other photos.
It was his college years.
Not explicit, nor perverted.
But instead, like a classmate who had a crush on him, she woke up one afternoon and gently pressed the shutter while looking at him sitting by the window.
His basketball playing style, his way of drinking water, his way of giving grade presentations.
The most outrageous thing was when he lifted his shirt on the field during the game, revealing a glimpse of his abs.
In the bottom corner of these photos, there was a small font that said “Amelia.”
“Dalton.”
Dalton lowered his gaze, flicked the ash off his cigarette, and his thoughts became complex.
Amelia seemed to always blame herself for this.
She felt that it was inappropriate to use such things, which tarnished the pure and noble image of
her brother in her heart.
However, when he loved but couldn’t have, in the bedroom, in a foreign land, in countless places that could evoke his longing, he did not fail to try some methods.
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He was much dirtier than she had thought.
Dalton’s thoughts were brought back by a slight tingling sensation in his chest and back.
Those were the tiny scratches that were scratched out by Amelia tonight.
He felt the long–awaited affection.
He used to be loved by others.
Dalton finished smoking an entire cigarette.
Walking into the living room, I picked up a few rare ones from the table and made a phone call.
“Help me look up someone.”
“Well, let’s not call the police for now.”
