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My Mysterious Husband 63: Mother's visit
"You what??" Aria asked, her voice sharp with disbelief as her hand instinctively tightened around Lucien’s. Her eyes were wide, searching her mother’s face for any sign that she’d misunderstood.Her mother, unfazed, smiled casually and repeated, “I said, I want to stay at your house for one week.”The room fell into an awkward silence.Lucien blinked in surprise, then a slow grin spread across his face. He glanced at Aria, clearly amused, while Aria stood frozen, her mouth slightly agape. She wasn’t sure if she should laugh, panic, or start protesting immediately.On the other side of the room, Dr. Harold—Aria’s long-time colleague and friend—choked on his drink. He turned away quickly, but the shaking of his shoulders gave him away.“What’s so funny, Dr. Harold?” Aria’s mother asked, raising a brow. Her tone was calm, but the edge in it warned that she wasn’t entirely amused.Harold cleared his throat and tried to compose himself, but the smirk refused to leave his face. “Oh, nothin
My Mysterious Husband 62: Harold's Idea
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