You Are Not My Remedy Anymore
Language: en
Robert thought I had some strange disease. Called me a burden. A monster who couldn't survive without a man. To accompany the perfect "queen" in his heart, when I was convulsing during an episode, he locked me in an empty sports equipment room. "Isabella, just bear with it. I'm not your painkiller-I don't have to come running every time you call." On the verge of death, I stumbled into a scorching embrace that smelled of rust and motor oil. That bad boy Daniel, the one everyone treated as an outcast, the one no one dared to mess with, was trembling as he clumsily unbuttoned his leather…