Chapter 447 If You’ve Got Guts, Kill Me
- Plant ten miles of peach trees, brew ten thousand jars of fine wine, win the company of the right woman—there’s hardly anything sweeter in life than that.
- Dominic glanced back at this little world and felt a deep ache settle in his chest.
- “Remember, if you can’t guarantee Cherilyn’s absolute safety, no matter what, you do not make a move!” Dominic looked at Mr. Garrett.