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Chapter 162: Champagne

作者: Marjolein
last update publish date: 2026-11-06 01:58:45

I can’t breathe. I simply stare at Tristan, completely dumbfounded, while the candlelight flickers around us and throws a soft, golden glow across his face. Everything about this moment feels almost unreal, as though I’ve somehow stepped outside of my own life and am watching it happen to someone else.

“I’ve waited for this moment from the moment I laid eyes on you,” he says softly, his eyes never leaving mine. “There is no one…” He pauses, his voice dropping to almost a whisper. “No one who co
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Nicky Longhurst
Me too, and who was that who kept calling him throughout the drive? He seemed irritated about it. I also think she's been too quick to forgive him for killing her mother. And Charles has changed his tune.
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Jennifer
What a proposal! Loved it. Thank you for the double update
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Jude W
Meant "wrapping" lol
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