"Potatoes," I said, still dazed.Perry Clayton glanced at the kitchen counter. A potato lay there, chopped into a mess.He rubbed the top of my head, his voice a little helpless."Sit down."He took off his suit jacket, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and went into the kitchen.Soon, I heard the quick, steady sound of him cutting potatoes.Comments flooded my vision:[Help, the male lead is giving devoted husband vibes.][He's swamped with work, but he still rushed home to cut potatoes for his wife. I'm starting to envy that whiny side character.][Please. Isn't she just relying on the fact that her family helped him financially years ago? Without that debt, she wouldn't even be fit to shine his shoes.]My nails dug deep into my palms.Why wasn't I, Susan Warren, good enough for Perry?Seven years ago, someone set Perry up. His investors pulled out at the last minute, and suppliers gathered outside his company demanding payment.The bank refused to give him a loan.He shut himself in his
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