Chapter 395. Ginger Is Still Old and Spicy 8

She looked so pale that she seemed to remember. She didn't speak. I said, "Almost everything he used to do was black and white, and his house, car, clothes, and even his close-fitting clothes were black."

"But three years ago, the villa in Hempstead was renovated by me. You said he decorated it according to your preference. The villa was all black and white. Aren't you depressed when you live there? If you look at the house now, it's warm and bright. This is home. When I came back from Primrose, he hugged me and whispered something to me. He said that he had lived here for four years when I was away because there was my smell here, and only by inhaling my smell could he fall asleep."

"Ivelle, you are shameless!" She opened her mouth and her eyes turned red.

I laughed, "Is that shameless?" Pointing in the direction of the kitchen, I smiled. "Do you know how gentle his eyes are when he looks back at me when he is cooking in the kitchen? Do you know what kind of