جزاك الله الف خير شـكــ وبارك الله فيك ـــرا لك ... لك مني أجمل تحية .

‘I look after me, Mr Pirelli,’ Angie huffed, finding some of that lionhearted feistiness she tapped into from time to time. ‘I’m not a child.’
As much as he admired her courage, anger curled the corners of his senses. Her husband had walked out on her. He’d abandoned her, leaving her pregnant and alone. Who was there to look after her? Who was there to ensure she ate properly or make sure she took proper care of herself? There was no other option.
‘Get some things together,’ he ordered. ‘We’re leaving.’
‘What are you talking about?’
‘You can’t stay here. You’re coming with me.’
‘No, I’m not. This is my home.’
‘What do you have to stay for? You have no family and no husband. You have nothing—except a child that doesn’t belong to you.’

تسلم الايادى

thanx a lot

جزاك الله الف خير شـكــ وبارك الله فيك ـــرا لك ... لك مني أجمل تحية .