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Chapter 53: Never See Her Coming

Author: Grace Grandi
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-08-27 02:57:58

Chapter 53: Never See Her Coming

She wore ripped high-waisted jeans that hugged her legs in a way that drew the eye without trying too hard, and a cream knit sweater that slid off one shoulder in a slouchy, teasing way — an exposed collarbone, the faint outline of a delicate strap beneath. On her feet were scuffed white sneakers with tiny charms threaded through the laces, an oddly girlish touch that clashed charmingly with her otherwise sensual vibe.

Matilda was beautiful, yes, but it was the effortlessness that made her dangerous. Men didn’t see her coming, they just realized too late that they’d already told her everything. She was the kind of pretty that felt safe until you were already tangled up in it.

“Gosh! You are so beautiful” Diane said, still admiring her.

“Thank you, Diane”

“Wow, my son will definitely fall for you” she was already imagining Bryan leaving Bella for this chick.

“Alright, Diane,” Matilda said, leaning forward, her chin propped on her hand, bracelets sliding
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