The Forced Bride Of The Devil Alvaro
Cyra heard him saying, but she made no effort to look at him.
“Like not keeping any secrets between them?” She listened to him, but Cyra still didn't find the necessity of answering him. She didn't turn her head around to look at him, until…..
“So would you like to share your secret with me, mi amor?” his voice turned deep. Her body suddenly tense up, hearing those words of his. Secret? What did he get to know about her?
Slowly turning her head around, she looked at him.
“I have no secrets,” she uttered, tightly clutching her phone in her hand. Her heartbeat inflated when she saw his smile widening, making him look more serene and feel more fatal.
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