Billionaire’s Pretend Wife To Be
He looked like an adventurer, and he was humming a cheerfully off-key tune while folding a heavy cashmere shawl into one of the bags.
“Morning, Anniversary Wife,” he greeted me, his eyes full of playful secrets. “No need to ask what’s happening. You have exactly one hour to pack appropriate attire for high altitude, high humidity, and high levels of personal pampering.”
“That covers roughly eighty percent of the globe, Alessandro,” I countered, sitting up. “And what about Amelia and Clara? I’m still nursing Clara.”
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