Deep Affection: Honey, Come Back To Me

Michelle tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. She didn't dare to do anything. She didn't know if there was a camera in this room, she was afraid it could transmit her every move to the eyes of Tim.

'If that is the case...' Thinking of this, Michelle got goose bumps on her back. She trembled with fear.

Subconsciously, she wrapped herself in the quilt, even buried her head in it and curled up.

She raised the corner of the quilt from time to time and looked out of the window through the narrow gap, waiting for the dawn.

At dawn, there was a glimmer of light in Michelle's eyes, but soon it dimmed again.

It was finally dawn, but what should she do?

She didn't know what was going on. She fell asleep in the car and found herself in an unknown island when she woke up.

There was no signal and she was monitored all the time.

Michelle stayed in the bed for a long time. Looking out of the window at the gray weather, she felt more and more depressed. Finally, she decided to take no action and figure out what was going on first.

'Leon had told me not to panic while facing trouble.

Calm down!

I must keep calm.'

Michelle gritted her teeth and calmed herself down. She lifted t

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're welcome."

The housekeeper turned around and went to the kitchen. Michelle peeked at the door and immediately closed her eyes when she heard a brisk whistle from the door.

With his hands in the pockets of his clothes, Fred walked in with a smile. When the housekeeper heard the whistle, she immediately poked her head out and said, "Miss He is not feeling well. Please don't disturb her."

Michelle was the apple of Tim's eye. As his subordinate, Fred dared not to provoke him. He shut up awkwardly and went to the kitchen.

He asked casually, "What are you making?"

"Make some brown sugar water for Miss He."

"She wants brown sugar water?" As a careless man, Fred didn't understand these things. When he saw the brown sugar melted in the boiling water, his eyes gradually became gloomy.

He asked the housekeeper leave with an excuse and took out a small white medicine bottle from his pocket. He poured the powder into the cup with brown sugar water, shook it gently, and personally brought it to Michelle.

It was just a cup of brown sugar water, which could be drunk whether it was in her menstrual period or not. Without hesitation, Michelle took it, blew on the cup and drank it slowly.