His Scorned Bride Turned Out To Be Legendary

ing in the backseat, remained

beautiful and flawless! Did you see her toss that ca

erced Cristian's reserve. With a si

e swept across his face, accentuating its angular co

deep, soothing rumble laced with a trace of exhaustion, "Aren't you get

who got lost as a child and grew up in some nowhere place. Who's to say she isn't just a goddamn ugly rural bumpkin? M

tending his long legs and settling b

epen Bobby's frustration

g figure under the streetlight again, his mood sh

leaned slightly out, his tone dripping with char

sty, cutting through the evening like a cold

His eyes snapped open, his head whippin

belonged to the girl he had

med to blur the lines between thought and acti

him another thought, she turned away and continued on her path. She had only

face-to-face with the

ndsome, he possessed an au

cket, while the other securely grasped her

ed slowly, a hint of recognition in his

rise as she realized who he was-the

nce from him. Swiftly regaining her composure, she adopted an aloof

a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth

For Cristian, repaying a good deed wasn't ju

a short distance away, his expression one of utt

focusing instead on holding the car doo

ce, her gaze sharp with cauti

Would you join me?" Cristian ur

iscern from the inflection in his voice that he wa

or misunderstanding. Refusing him might only p

he gave a subd

as he graciously gestured for her to enter, t

nging open. "You've got to be kiddin

ng girl with a mere handful of words, an acco

ck door, he found it

ired, a hint of con

mmanded fir

ir, Bobby watched the sleek black car

first to sp

ey left hi

gering silence by firing off a torrent of

he answere

your

y Mol

ld are

a replied, her voice b

at her, his voice laced with sk

ke your appearance, for instance. In that impeccable suit, you're the perfect picture

gh, a hint of amusement in his

ast encounter. Cristian was relieved. Had she chosen to continu

Cristian veered onto a less congested side st

know a cozy spot run by a Zhota native-

lied, her tone

ash echoed from behind, jolting the car forward. She w

darted to the

sharply across their

ng out men brandishing grim tools, their s

n reached into the center c

ing out," he instructed firmly, pressing her back into the seat. With a resol