Love after Divorce

Chapter 822

David smelled the fresh air around him with the scent of grass and trees, and was a bit relaxed.

How pleasant would it be if he could take Summer into his arms at this time, if it was just her and him

on vacation at this time?

"Gahhhhh."

Very suddenly, a few large white geese came running from the pond.

The keeper, who was also followed by the caretaker, was chasing after in some panic.

Presumably, the bred white goose was accidentally released.

The big white goose was chased by the keeper and ran around.

A dumb goose in the lead suddenly flapped its wings and ran in Summer's direction.

This dumb goose can peck at people!

David's pupils shrank slightly, and without waiting for the crowd to react, he pulled Summer into his

arms with a quick eye.

The big white goose quacked and was kicked away by Jackson.

Soon the breeder took in a few large white geese.

The butler was reprimanding him for his carelessness, while the breeder apologized sincerely.

Summer was held in David's arms, feeling the man's long-lost embrace, inexplicably some greedy.

She obviously wanted to break away from him, wanted to ignore him, but her heart wouldn't let go.

David embraced her, feeling the fragrant softness of the woman in his arms, his heart still beating a

little faster.

"Summer ......"

He was about to say something when his temples suddenly jumped and a few memory fragments

flashed through his mind.

In the fragment, the man is hugging a woman laughing and kissing with such joy.

As he drew closer, he saw the woman's face

"David, what's wrong with you?"

Summer was wrapped tightly around David and was a little breathless.

When he looked up, he saw David's face pale, his eyes closed and breathing hard, very uncomfortable.

David slowly opened his eyes, touched Summer's anxious eyes, opened his mouth, "Summer, I ......

you ......!"

How did the scene of him and her kissing come to his mind?

It's like a dream and it's real.

"David, you look like you are scared by the big white goose, and then deliberately show weakness to

take advantage of Summer? If you are so timid, don't be a hero to save the beauty, huh?"

Jackson joked aside.

David choked and stared at him without good grace, "You're the one with the guts."

Jackson laughed softly and did not squeak.

"David, you let go of Summer."

Sebastian was displeased to see that David was still holding Summer and would not let go.

David looked at the woman in his arms and was a little reluctant to let go, but eventually let go of her.

The faint scent of the woman's body still lingers at the end of his nose, making him a little dazed.

Has he been intimate with Summer at any point before?

Why can't he remember?

"Summer, are you tired? Let's go inside and rest."

Sebastian took Summer's shoulders and, fearing that she might get tired, suggested that she go into

the villa not far away to rest.

Summer looked at David and saw that his face had returned to normal, and his hanging heart slowly

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She didn't know what was wrong with him just now, but she vaguely guessed that he hadn't

remembered something.

If he remembered everything, what should she do?

A group of people went into the main villa in the manor.

This is where Sebastian usually gets together with his friends for a drink.

There is no need to mention how luxurious the villa is decorated.

What shocked David was the wine cellar on the first floor.

A layer full of good wine.

The aroma of the wine is intoxicating.

David looked with interest at the bottles of wine, many of which are collectibles that cannot be bought in

the world.

Outside of the price, the taste must be quite good.

"The wine here, uncle, is breathtaking, so you can drink tonight."

Jackson picked up a bottle of wine and sniffed it, with an intoxicated look on his face.

David gave him a look and his dark eyes twitched.

"Jackson, in our country there is a wine table culture, whether it's talking about cooperation or

relationships, you can't do without wine. Wait, why don't we spell a drink?"