The Tycoon’s Bride-to-Be Ripped the Server’s Blouse at Their Betrothal Banquet—Then He Spotted the Burn Mark of the Girl Who Rescued Him Two Decades Prior
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Chapter 12 - Blurred Lines
They returned to the quiet sanctuary of Sterling Manor.
The adrenaline of the night was slowly fading into a comfortable warmth.
Clara sat on the edge of her massive bed, kicking off her heels.
Julian stood in the doorway, suddenly looking incredibly nervous.
“The contract,” he started to say, clearing his throat.
“The six months are almost up.”
Clara looked down at her hands, feeling a sharp pang of sadness.
She had fallen hopelessly in love with her fake fiancé.
“I suppose I should start packing my things,” she lied, hiding her heartbreak.
Julian crossed the room in three long strides.
May you like
He knelt before her, just like he had on that very first night.
“Don't you dare pack a single thing,” he commanded softly.
