Marrying My Runaway Groom's Powerful Father

her ears. She slid out of bed and found a silk robe in the clo

e approached the grand staircase, the sound of clinking china

ding, hidden by the s

dusting the b

arrying him. They say he hasn't been...

makes sense. No women in ten years? He's probably got ner

er lips. She had known about this rumor for years. It was one of the key variables in her risk assessment algorithm b

fety feature. It meant her new husband was unl

ped her heel against

eir feather dusters. They went pale

g past with her head high. Sh

crisp white shirt and a grey vest. He was reading the Wall Street Journal and dr

hair at the opposite end

etcher asked wit

d. She unfolded her napkin. "Th

eboard pouring juice, choked. She

tella across the expanse of polished wood. His eyes narro

he asked, hi

crash ruined your plumbing. It's actually quite a popular theory. It explains why

ed forward, resting his elbows on the table. Th

asked softly. "That I didn't

out your plumbing, Fletcher. I care about the utility of the lie. If everyone t

umbled in his chest. It was a rusty sound, li

"Let them talk. It kee

stella said.

the back of the chair. He walked the length of t

His mouth was in

. His voice dropped to a register that vibrated

eathed, gripp

ss like the woman who owns the

brushing her shoulder-a tou

n," he said, and wa

t hammering against her ribs. She touche

right. He was dang

ina, who was st

a ordered. "And get me the

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