Let's Get Married Again, My Unknown Wife

her head and clung limply to the man on top of her, her fingers

ison's eyes fluttered open. Fragments of the previous night returned to her-she had

in her memory, a face she

gs, the water stopped, and then

ater dripped from the strands of hair on his forehead, trailing down his chiseled to

ody ached, and stared at the man's perfectly han

e him? No wonder he

and, Nicholas Bowman. He had gone abroad two ye

nized Nicholas, he seemed to hav

c, in

oon after, her mother remarried. Then, her half-brother, Samuel

m to seek help from the influential Bowman family. Geoffrey Bowman, the formidable patriarch, seized the opportunity to bring

ong, flat-out refused the arranged marri

push her forward, insisting that she

to see his grandson wed before kicking the bucket. He

orced upon him. He even sent his assistant, Joshua Fletcher, to handle

a business venture abroad, leaving Alison with nothing bu

at Nicholas had returned from abroad, but never

." As Nicholas spoke, he gestured

Alison fumed silently. Thi

on. He always appeared untouchable, exuding an air of aristocratic ele

e even seeing his wife, making A

on. Clenching her fists, she suddenly felt determined to s

air back with a flourish and let out a playful whistle at Nicholas, calling his attention. Then, she

doubtedly a provoc

s locked onto hers as he asked in a dangerously low

k. "Last night was just a game between a

seductive. "What's the matter,

cing smile playing at the corners of his mouth, he looked like Sata

and it was no secret that those who

o far as to jab a finger at Nicholas' chiseled chest. "To be honest, I was quite satisfie