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Chapter 342: He Still Looked at Me Like That
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2026-10-27 08:16:12
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He Chose My Sister, So I Married His Enemy Chapter 349: Someone Asked About The Children
The week passed in the ordinary way, with Damien on site Wednesday and Thursday and me buried in training plans. On Tuesday, Damien came home and told me Marcus had invited us to supper that Friday. "Nothing grand. Come and eat something," he quoted over the washing up, and I said I'd like that.On Friday evening, our driver dropped us at the door of Marcus's house, which meant I could say yes when someone offered me wine. The hall was warm and smelled of roast garlic, and voices carried from the kitchen. Marcus met us with a tea towel over his shoulder and kissed my cheek, then clapped Damien on the arm."You made it," he said. "Come and meet everyone. Don't be impressive."There were six of us round the long table. Helen taught history at a school and had firm views on how everyone pronounced "scone," and Tom was a friend of Marcus's who had recently taken up sea swimming and talked about it with an almost religious glow. There was also a quiet man called Raj who worked with Marcus
He Chose My Sister, So I Married His Enemy Chapter 348: The Part We Kept For Ourselves
We reached the bookshop at half past ten exactly, and the door was already propped open with a stack of paperbacks. Damien gave me a look of great satisfaction, as if arriving on time were something he had arranged personally. Inside, the shop smelled of old paper and warm radiators, and the shelves were so narrow that we had to turn sideways to pass each other.Handwritten cards were tucked between the books, with recommendations in several different hands. One said, Read this on a train, and another just said, Trust me. A table by the window held a heap of second-hand paperbacks with cracked spines, and an older man sat behind the counter with his own book open, not looking up.I drifted toward the back, where a slim volume of essays about walking caught my eye. The cover was a pale watercolour of a road, and I liked it at once. Damien, by contrast, came back from the secondhand table holding a battered detective story from the fifties, with a woman on the cover screaming at a shado
He Chose My Sister, So I Married His Enemy Chapter 347: He Wanted the Small Story
"While you were weighing the potatoes, I was in the queue behind a little boy," I said. "He was buying a loaf of bread, all by himself, and he'd been given some coins in a little purse."Damien put down the glass and turned around, leaning against the sink with his arms folded. "How old?""Six, maybe. He counted them out one at a time on the counter, and the woman at the till counted along with him, under her breath.""Prompting him.""No, behind him. Half a second behind, so he'd think he'd got it right on his own.""That's still prompting.""It isn't. She never said a number first." I frowned at him. "She let him get there, and then she agreed with him. It's completely different.""Cashiers are the most underrated negotiators in the country," he said, gravely. "Did he check his change?""He counted that too, twice. Then he said thank you in his best voice and walked out holding the loaf in both arms as if it were a baby."He laughed, and it was the real one, low and surprised. I rea
He Chose My Sister, So I Married His Enemy Chapter 346: We Still Argued About Dinner
On Saturday afternoon we went shopping for dinner together, which felt faintly ridiculous and entirely wonderful. We had agreed over breakfast that we would cook that evening, and the grocer's was bright and half empty, with a crate of lemons by the door. Damien took the basket and I took the list, and we moved through the aisles side by side, bumping elbows.At the till, the queue was long enough that I leaned back against him, and he rested his chin on top of my head. His arms came loosely round my waist, and I felt him breathe in the smell of my hair. Nobody looked at us, and I liked that more than I could have said.It wasn't until I started unpacking the bags on the kitchen counter that I noticed what he had bought. There were two fillets of white fish, a bunch of dill, a jar of capers, and a bag of small potatoes. There was no chicken and no rice."Where's the chicken?" I asked."What chicken?""The chicken and rice. The one-pot thing we talked about on Thursday."He stopped wit
He Chose My Sister, So I Married His Enemy Chapter 345: Five Minutes Wasn’t Enough
"Five minutes here," I said, "or five minutes at home?""Home." He glanced at the stage, at the coffee station, and at a group of people near the doors who were starting to look our way. "Here would be a bad idea. I'd like to be able to take my jacket off.""That's very practical of you.""I was trying to be romantic and it came out wrong.""It's all right. I understood."We collected our coats from the girl at the cloakroom, and I thanked the organizer, who squeezed my hand and told us we had been a pleasure. Damien said something courteous about the lamps, and she laughed. Then we were through the doors, and the afternoon air hit my face, cool and bright. The driver was waiting where he had dropped us, and Damien opened the back door for me and slid in after.The car pulled away from the kerb, and for a moment neither of us spoke. Then he turned to me, and I saw that he had wanted to since we were on stage. He put his hand along my jaw and kissed me, quick and a little clumsy, as if
He Chose My Sister, So I Married His Enemy Chapter 344: I Made My Husband Blush
"He framed a terrible portrait we made one evening," I said."It is not terrible," Damien said at once."It's terrible.""It has character."The interviewer's eyebrows rose, and she looked delighted. "A portrait?" she said. "I think you'd better explain.""We had a sketchbook and a pencil each, and a kitchen," I said. "It was a silly evening. We drew something, and it came out wrong in every possible way, and he put it in a frame. It's in his study now, where he can see it when he's on calls."A warm ripple of laughter went through the audience. Damien made a small, pained sound and rubbed the back of his neck. "I'd like it noted," he said, "that it's a very honest likeness.""Of what?""I'm not saying. It's mine.""It's ours.""It's in my study, so it's mine." He glanced at the interviewer, then at the room, then back at me with something wry and wounded in his face. "I don't apologise for it. It's a fine frame.""The frame is lovely," I agreed. "It's the contents I'm concerned about
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