His Angel of Vengeance
Sophia leaned toward him and said sweetly, “Honey, say hi to my best friend in university.”
Victor didn’t turn his head. Instead, a faint, almost imperceptible smile curved at his lips. Then, he freed one hand, laced his fingers with hers, lowered his head, and pressed a soft kiss to the back of her hand. Even through the screen, I could hear the quiet, damp sound of that kiss.
My stomach churned. Victor didn’t realize that I was her friend from university. After all, he never expected me to go to university. Back then, he had always gently but firmly stopped me.
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