Becoming My CEO's Urgent Bride
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“My chef only cooks, not takes care of…..Li..ly,” my words began slurring. I coughed, thinking I needed to clear my throat. But as I opened my mouth to speak, my lips started trembling.
“Are you okay?” My mom asked. I nodded and forced a smile to reassure her.
“If you say so,” she replied and stood up to dance with the others.
I started to feel some strange sensation under my fingers. I noticed my dad's concerned gaze on me, so I quickly hid my fingers to pretend all was well, but then, my hand started shaking uncontrollably.
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