His Domineering Lover

Chapter 254

Maybe because Adam was not here, Tracey did not sleep well the whole night. She turned over and over, always felt empty on the bed.

Yes, she was in his arms for every night's sleep, she had already used to his warm embrace.

After midnight, it rained. What Tracey feared most was the thundery rainy night.

On a similar night in America, she was almost raped by a black man. From that day on, she had a shadow of the thunderstorm. In recent days, she slept soundly in Adam's arms.

As the lightning flashed across the sky, Tracey was Awaken. She subconsciously touched her side.

The warm body of Adam was not there, leaving only the ice-cold quilt.

Tracey hid in the quilt. Although she did not see the lightning, the sound of thunder still echoed.

"Adam, where are you?" Tracey was feeling lonely. She took out her phone but did not dare to dial his number.

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He quietly jumped from the balcony of his house to that of Tracey's house and guarded the little figure in the quilt through the glass window.

When he held Tracey in his arms, he never felt Tracey was that small. Now, seeing she was alone

in the bed, Adam was distressed.

Another lightning flashed across the sky. He saw Tracey sitting up from the bed and stretched out her hand to touch the place where he usually slept.

She did not touch him, and there was loneliness on her face. Thunder was following the lightening and Tracey was scared to hurriedly hid in the quilt again.

'Adam, where are you?" Adam heard her murmur, how he wished to rush in and hold her, keeping her accompany.

When putting his hand on the door handle, he hesitated. If he went in now, maybe they would reconcile.

But Carl was still the problem to trigger their next conflict.

So Adam must remove this vicious enemy rather than simply reconcile with Tracey.

Adam was very rational. For the sake of making his relationship with Tracey smoother, he did not go in, otherwise, his plan would be ruined.

The screen of the mobile phone lit up, and Tracey sent him a message with only two words on it.

"I'm afraid."

It was just a few words, but he was extremely hurtful. He stared at those words, gritting his teeth, and did not reply.

Tracey hadn't received his reply for half an hour. She began to feel uneasy and called Adam.

A woman's voice came from inside. "I'm sorry. The number you dialed is powered off."

Tracey was unconsciously shaking. "Is he really angry?" At this moment, her heart was full of mixed feelings.

The thunder gradually died down, and Tracey fell asleep with messy thoughts. Seeing she had fallen asleep, Adam could no longer control himself and went into the room.

He lay next to her carefully, and Tracey felt warmth around her. She hugged Adam quickly, but she did not wake.

She put her head in his arms and muttered unconsciously, "Adam."

Such a simple appellation melted Adam's heart. He kissed her forehead, sincerely and gently, "I'm here, little bunny, I've been always here."

He had never been so worried about a woman. He looked at her face carefully. In fact, Tracey was not that extremely beautiful.

Her eyes were a little bigger than others, her mouth was a little smaller than others, her nose was a little higher, and her chin was a little pointed. In Adam's eyes, this was extremely beautiful.

Once falling in love with her, He was reluctant to let go of her for the rest of his life. "Little bunny, I've already been poisoned by you and can't be cured."

Only by holding Tracey he would be at ease. And with Adam's breath around, Tracey could have a better sleep .

During the second half of the night, even if it still rained hard, Tracey slept soundly because she subconsciously felt safe.

When Tracey woke up, Adam had already left. When she woke up in the past, she could see Adam's handsome face at the first glance.

His morning kiss made Tracey full of energy. From time to time, they would make fun of each other before getting up. But this morning, Tracey woke up alone.

The room didn't change, people changed.

The habit was a terrible thing, sometimes, it even addicted people more than the drug.

Tracey picked up her phone. Unfortunately, except for a few junk messages, there were no ones from Adam.

Even if he fell asleep last night, he should have woken up for long. Didn't he see the missed messages and calls from Tracey?

For a moment, Tracey became absent- minded. From the day she returned from abroad, Adam appeared in her world in an overbearing manner.

He was cold at first, but gradually he turned gentle, obedient, and doted on Tracey. With Adam, Tracey had been carefree.

But today, he suddenly disappeared. Tracey felt lost, greatly.

Her heart ached. Maybe he was busy, or his cell phone was no power. When he charged his phone, he would call back soon.

Tracey comforted herself by thinking so. In the time she spent with Adam, she could not leave him anymore.

When he was there, she didn't realize this until he

disappeared.

She touched her side, it was cold. She had a dream last night, dreaming that Adam came back and held her.

"So I have cared so much about him?" Tracey laughed at herself, then left the bed to wash up.

She had been sleeping alone for more than twenty years. However, only sleeping with Adam about one month, she could not get used to the morning without this man.

Tracey stood in a daze in front of the mirror for a long time, didn't know what to wear.

If he had been there, he would have picked one out of the closet for Tracey and said, "Put this on, little bunny. You must be stunning."

He always had good taste. Tracey finally picked a skirt out. Last time Adam was eager to have sex with Tracey, she wore a skirt.

Then he said, "You should wear dresses in the future. It's convenient."

Tracey teased him a hooligan. But after that, she wore skirts more and more.

For example, today. She put on the dress, and light makeup, then sprayed his favorite perfume.

Tracey was as beautiful as usual, but there was an obvious trace of sadness between her eyebrows.

Tracey seemed to have entered another stage in love, tasting the sorrow.