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CHAPTER 193:STORM BEFORE THE VOWS

作者: God's logic
last update 最終更新日: 2025-06-03 21:01:19

The sunlight filtered through my bedroom window, dancing over the stack of bridal magazines on the nightstand. My gown fitting was later today, followed by a meeting with the florist and a call with our wedding planner. I should have been bursting with excitement. And I was—at least partially. But the tight knot in my stomach said otherwise.

I stood in front of the mirror, brushing my hair while the espresso machine hummed in the kitchen. Nathan was still asleep, the blanket tangled around his waist, his chest rising and falling in peaceful rhythm. He had barely slept the past week, juggling the restaurant, our wedding, and the strange silence from Elizabeth Monroe’s side. She hadn’t contacted him since that day, but it felt like calm before a storm.

I walked back into the room with two steaming mugs, placing one on his bedside. "Wake up, future husband," I murmured.

His eyes fluttered open. "If that’s how you wake me every morning after we’re married, I’m going to be the happiest man
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