His Secret Daughter
9 hrs. 3 min.
— Hello, Yulia— he coldly and clearly says, the man I was desperately in love with three years ago, and who ruthlessly threw me out of his house, trading me for another.
— You’ve gone far from your hometown.
Thank God, I’m no longer that girl who’s in love and drowning in his eyes. Our meeting is a coincidence. Dymov is probably here just passing through. There’s no reason to panic. The main thing is that my daughter isn’t around, and nothing on my forehead says I’ve become a mother.
— Hi, Andrey. An unexpected meeting. Unfortunately, I’m already leaving…
— A couple of minutes won’t solve anything. With those words, he pulls out a chair. — It seems we have something to discuss.
— You’ve gone far from your hometown.
Thank God, I’m no longer that girl who’s in love and drowning in his eyes. Our meeting is a coincidence. Dymov is probably here just passing through. There’s no reason to panic. The main thing is that my daughter isn’t around, and nothing on my forehead says I’ve become a mother.
— Hi, Andrey. An unexpected meeting. Unfortunately, I’m already leaving…
— A couple of minutes won’t solve anything. With those words, he pulls out a chair. — It seems we have something to discuss.
