The Girl Come Back is Super novel Chapter 697

"Do you still want to play?" Nikita shook the game handle in her hand.

Before Xavier could speak, she threw away the game handle, threw aside the pillow in her arms, stood up barefoot, looked down at the unhappy man, and whispered, "I guess you are not interested in playing. I'm sleepy, I'll go to sleep for a while, help yourself."

After that, Nikita turned and went into the bedroom.

Looking at the bedroom door slowly closing, Xavier looked up, with injury and loneliness in his deep eyes.

Hasn't he done well enough?

Why didn't she choose him?

How long has she known Sheehan?

Can Sheehan be as good to her as he does?

Can he unconditionally spoil her, love her, care for her and regard her as the most important person in his life?

He tried so hard, but she still wouldn't give him a chance.

"Niky, in your heart, what am I?"

Xavier smiled bitterly, and he was sore. He whispered to himself in a low voice: "It turns out that I am self-sentimental. I actually thought that I might still be a little special and important to you. However, in your heart, I am actually dispensable, right?"

Nikita was ready to sleep when she received a message from Sheehan. He asked her where she was.

She yawned and replied a word: Home.

Usually, after she replies, the man will return in seconds. But this time, he has not returned her information for a long time.

Feeling sleepy, Nikita put her mobile phone on the bedside and turned over. Her eyelids closed slowly without control.

When she woke up again, she was woken up by a doorbell.

She frowned and opened her eyes, and the doorbell rang again and again. It was ringing and shrilling in the particularly quiet room.

Nikita was woken up when sleeping soundly, so she was in a very bad mood. With a sullen face, she walked out of the bedroom unhappily.

Nikita's mobile phone was on the mute when she slept.

After thinking for a few seconds, she opened the door.

Outside the door.

There is no expression on his handsome face. His eyes are cold, and the whole person is haunted by a frightening low pressure from head to toe.

In his dark and deep eyes, there was also an inconspicuous coldness.

He was also indifferent at ordinary times, but Nikita can feel that he is different today.

Sheehan at ordinary times was as warm as spring breeze in front of her.

Nikita stared at the man calmly for a few seconds, gently raised her eyebrows: "Why do you come here now?"

"May I go in?" Sheehan took a look at the room.