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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO : MARRIAGE OF CONVENIENCE

작가: Nathy Fiverr
last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-07-27 22:10:23

The birthday dinner party ended early.

Lorenzo held her hands and led her out of the area towards where his car was parked.. He sent the other driver home.

"Straight to the penthouse" he told his driver. Natalie eyes widened.

"we're not going home?" she asked. Lorenzo glanced at her and gave her a lazy look. "you said you wanted to see your husband? We are going to see him" he said.

She looked away, already feeling heat pooling beneath her belly.

The drive to the penthouse took about twenty minutes. They arrived the huge gates and then drove in. Lorenzo motioned for her to stay still and then came out the door and came around to open the door for her. She hid her surprise then took the hand he offered. They entered the house. The last time she'd been here, she had come in blindfolds and had been unable to to fully appreciate the house but now, she was blown away. That the house was short of breathtaking was an understatement. It was amazing.

"Are your parents aware of this hous
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