Desires Die Hard

Can A Man Have Two Wives?

Gracie was a typical mixed-race beauty. She lowered her head and said shyly and expectantly, "Evan, you haven't come here for a long time," The Weltons would come here for vacation every year, such as Mrs. Welton, Mr. Welton, or those relatives of the Welton family, but Evan had never come.

Edward told her that Evan had to manage a very large group, so he was very busy and did not have time to come here for vacation.

She could only wait for him.

She wanted to say thank you to him, face to face.

She wanted to thank him for protecting her for so many years.

Gracie was brought to the island when she was 16. At that time, her brother was killed. She was covered in her brother's blood and had a nervous breakdown.

Evan comforted her and arranged a psychiatrist for her, and then he brought her here, a peaceful island.

Without him, she would have been terrified of her brother's murder.

Gracie would never forget how much he helped her.

"Yes. I don't have much work these days, so I brought my wife here. You haven't met her yet, and I'll introduce you later," Evan felt that Gracie was his little sister, as was Minta.

He spoke to her tenderly.

Hearing him mention that his wife, Gracie instantly became sad, but she didn't show it.

She could only secretly like him.

She was actually upset, but she still pretended to be happy as she looked at Evan and said, "That's great! Evan, I want to meet her too!"

Evan smiled and slowly walked down the steps.

The intense sunlight from Salmia leaked through the cracks of the huge banana leaves and spilled onto his face and shoulders.

She was dazzled by the golden light of his body.

He was like a prince in a fairy tale.

Gracie unconsciously quickened her breath and looked at the tall man in front of her. Her eyes were filled with adoration.

Her heart kept beating fast.

Gracie wondered if a man could have two wives, because, in some tribes here, a man could take two or three women as wives.

She was willing to be his second wife.

Of course, Gracie didn't dare tell anyone.

"Evan, I didn't know you were married," Gracie said with a smile when Evan walked up to her. She was of mixed race, so she had a very attractive look.

"Well, I got married last year," Evan looked at her.

Gracie nodded. Her hair was dark brown with natural curls and it was now blowing in the wind.

She was so beautiful that men couldn't help but fall in love with her.

But Evan would not because he had long been in love with Anya.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

He didn't care about any other woman anymore.

"Gracie, do you know where Edward is? I need to tell him something," Evan lifted his hand and looked at his mechanical watch.

Of course, she knew, so she said, "Yes, I know. I can take you there."

"Okay," Evan said.

Gracie led Evan through the soft grass and towards the small kitchen at the back of the villa.

It was as big as a room.

Several maids and Edward were busy preparing dinner.

Edward saw Evan and Gracie coming in, so he hurriedly put down the vegetables in his hands and walked quickly to Evan. "Mr. Welton, what happened?

"The smoke in here will stain your clothes."

Evan didn't like the smell of grease, so he said, "Edward, let's go outside and talk."

Edward nodded and followed Evan.

Gracie stayed in the kitchen. She looked at the tall and handsome man outside the house and was lost in thought.