Too Late For Regret: My Billionaire Husband

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breath, steeling herself.

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again. She was just the vesse

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ardrobe door. She saw herself-the swollen face, the dull ey

ked out. "I'm... I

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oor slam. Heavy footsteps echoed

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go," Cressi

ged. "The offer stands un

d stop them. "But I need time. I have... baggage to cl

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ed to her feet,

looked tired, his tie loosened, his jacket over his

paint downstairs," he said, his voi

ssie said.

back to her face. There was a moment-a fleeting second-where

niffed the ai

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Cressie reminded him. "

st her to the closet, tossing his jacket on the bed. "Beatrice wants us at t

, the air shifted. Th

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passenger seat of his Aston Martin. The

ankles were throbbing. She reached for

slid back

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hboard. She pressed the b

llsworth snapped, h

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lights blurred into streaks of red and

ng Evan's offer in her mind li