My Possessive Bed Buddy
tanong ko, halos pabulong.
“I’ll talk to her,” he said. “She was just as forced into that arranged marriage as I was.”
"Arrange marriage?"
“Yeah,” he said with a sigh. “Mom’s the one who chose the woman I ended up marrying. It wasn’t really about love or anything like that—it was all for the company. Dad handed it over to me before he had a stroke, and Mom thought an arranged marriage would keep everything stable. I just went along with it.”
“Kung gano’n, hindi n’yo naman talaga mahal ang isa’t isa,” sabi ko, sabay taas ng tingin sa kanya. Agad niya akong hinalikan sa ilong, mabilis pero puno ng lambing.
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