Mr. Mysterious, Your Wife Is An Imposter

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lief. I had expected Mr. Mysterious to be

black designer shirt. His hair was a striking shade of black, brushed back with a few stray strands falling onto his forehead.

ered just at t

he repeated, his voi

e's just a man,' I told myself,

nds free from the bearded man's gr

astonishment, he dropped to his knees and bowed, b

to cry. It was almost comical. I stifled a laugh, but then Mr.

sound of that. But before I was able to fully enjoy it, Mr Mys

man," he said, hi

red a

id he just say that like that? Could he

between us, bewildered.

ping my arms around Mr. Reynolds's and holding on tigh

affection, and I used the opportunity to lean

with a look of disgust. "You should be ashamed of yourself for trying to take

s his na

alled just as someone

spectfully. Mr. Reynolds immediately with

etreat made me feel as though I had shoc

e godlike in your handsomeness

I was a plagu

slightly with embarrassment, befor

' I pleaded inwardly, sighing in re

thing between me and this handsome beauty, and knowing ri

of the two men said, addressi

ho?" I asked, looking between Mr.

Then, to my astonishment, he took out a w

d, mout

Was he suggest

ht I was a plague, to the poin

t saved me from an awkward situation, likely preve

n's attention. "Thank you for helping m

ession remained impassive, and I wondered if he was questioning my sanity.

remembering that he had spoken earlier

he silence. "I'm Lena, by the way."

ooking back at my face, his expression unchangin

t was emb

nd, clenching it behind m

blinked, showing no interest, and then

away. Both men followed him, c

!" I yelled af

g him leave. He didn't ev

ee years away and I was

purse and pulled o

ction. Despite my hurried arrival and missing blue contacts which I

e I was a ghost? An unattractive ghost, at

om his demeanor to his cold e

ile forming. "Alright then,

but that was the type of task I loved. Somet

ng me to do the job, so I did. Though it almost cost me my

with another impossible-looking task, only tha

s, aka, Mr

eing each ot

r, feeling a sense of accomplishment. The glances a

y see me b

deftly avoided him, slippin

fat wallet in my hand with a smirk. "Still got it," I said

d spotted his wallet peeping pair of his pants, so what be

im, he messed with