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Even though her words were dishonest, her hands and eyes lingered longingly on the blanket. “Oden’s father, tell the children.” She turned to ask John to talk the kids out of their plan… this was too pricey for their humble existence. John had a silly grin. He now understood what they meant before. Oden’s lips curled up as he saw through the farce. The blanket had his mom’s and dad’s name embroidered on it. “This is so soft…” Anne-Marie touched it fondly “So warm…” Joan and Emma edged closer to touch… their eyes widened… even their mistress didn’t have one of these.

Then Will turned to me, and threw a blanket over my naked body like I was some prostitute he wasn’t interested in. “You brought this upon yourself. I had no intentions of getting married to you, talk more of having sex with you. If you think marriage is going to change how we relate before this, then you’re wrong.” Will said, then laid on the bed and covered himself up with a different blanket.

What a tricky part! “Two, the marriage will end a year and a half after you take your inheritance,” I voiced, and I looked at his reaction, expecting him to say something, but he stayed quiet, staring at his phone, inexpressive. “Three, I don’t stay much at the house and can stay where I want to stay.” He nods and critiques, “Two bargains reasonable for me.” “Okay, and the third, there’s no kissing or anything beyond that.” His eyes looked at me, smirking, and teased, “You don’t want to taste how good a kisser I am?”

" It took everyone a few seconds to process the meaning behind that sentence. Then, their minds were blown because Spencer was actually married! It was alarming, and everyone believed it had to be the biggest news in Whiteloop City. Then again, it was more like news that could shake up all of Summeria. Yet, there had been no news about Spencer's marriage, nor had they seen anything about his wedding. That was odd. Some employees didn't believe it but had to accept the truth once they saw who had sent the message. After all, the news had come from Mack, one of Spencer's most capable and closest assistants! Following that, everyone received a new text from Mack. "Please keep this a secret, eve

His bodyguards set off confetti blasts, and he got down on one knee. "Mia, I screwed up. But now, for the 100th time, I, Owen Anderson, am asking you to marry me. I swear I'll give you a wedding that'll blow all the others out of the water. Will you marry me? Will you be my wife?" He whipped out a diamond ring that was more beautiful and refined than the last one. The crowd went nuts, screaming, "Say yes!" But without even thinking, I backed up a few steps. Owen scowled, looking annoyed. "What's the deal? You're still jealous? I told you it was a misunderstanding—"

He was right though, it will only hurt him and it serves as a knuckle brass. "I know you prefer things flat and simple and I think its design is perfect for us-- tied but untied. It symbolizes our soon married life. We marry for us to do whatever we want. I apologize for coming home late. And not like you have any other options but... Hayley Amber Grimroe, will you marry me?"

Celeste opened it up to find a complete set of sleep aids, including aromatherapy, sleep spray, an eye mask, and even a koala-shaped baby comfort blanket. "Kinda childish!" Celeste held up the comfort blanket, feeling a bit teary-eyed. Although Damon hadn't said anything, Celeste knew he was secretly preparing for their wedding. The Bishop residence was quietly undergoing some renovations and decorations, just to marry Celeste in grandeur. Celeste recalled a funny remark from a female classmate back in her school days, "A man, appearance, loyalty, wealth, can only choose two out of three." So, she would choose a partner with neither wealth but possessing both appearance and loyalty.

"We're taking things slow." "Well, I'm buying you sexy pajamas as a wedding gift," she declared. "Every bride needs proper sleepwear." "Paige!" I protested, feeling my cheeks heat up as Cora grunted awkwardly under my skin. "That's not necessary." "It absolutely is," she insisted. "Trust me on this." I rolled my eyes, knowing there was no changing her mind once it was set. (Dominic's POV) In the main office of the Blackwood Pack, I reviewed the marriage terms paperwork that Amber had sent me. My finger paused with interest when I saw the word "cohabitation."

The blankets were made of fur and Ellie had seen them on a prior trip but seeing them now with Amanda reminded her of how much she loved to curl up with a warm blanket and good book. "This would be so comfortable on the couches," she said, her eyes glazed in desire. She ran her hand over the fur and held it out to Amanda. The blanket was the deepest, blackest fur. "Looks like your wolf," Hannah murmured under her breath to Jake. He smirked at her and nodded. "So it does," he said with a grin. "Looks like she's not at all averse to the idea of being mated to you," she said with a laugh as Ellie ran her cheek over the fur and moaned softly.

Light blue fashion abayas appropriate for the wedding. As he felt sleepy himself, he closed his eyes and looked forward to waking his bride later for another round or two perhaps. Who knows, they have all their lives sharing the marriage bed and discovering all the delights it afforded them. With that in mind he drifted off to sleep tightening his arms around his sleeping love. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------