Fated to my annoying CEO - The red thread mystery

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well-folded piece of paper. It was nearly wrinkle-free

let his gaze sett

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wed hard, willing her heart to calm down. But it

harp, calculating selves. No, this

or something within her. Somet

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when she finally spoke again ,was s

ed to his eyes. His jaw tensed, his hands curl

ed, stepping back as i

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gain her composure. Her hands were trembling, but she

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ent of roasted chestnuts in the air. He hadn't gon

entrance draped in red fabric. It was ridiculous,

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the red

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, for a man who supposedly has everything

napped up, his expression unreadable, bu

next time before scaring your ass

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she walked out, shutti

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