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the woman asked again, sounding uncertain. “Very sure,” Cristian said flatly. “I only love you.” The woman laughed softly. “Thank goodness. You know I can’t get pregnant.” “Yes, of course. You’re an international model,” Cristian continued. “Your body is an asset. Pregnancy would ruin it.” Jennifer Lyn smiled in satisfaction. “Ah, darling… you really are such an understanding man.” She kissed Cristian’s lips without hesitation, and Cristian immediately returned it, even deepening the kiss.

“I’m doing an experiment on hot men and I can tell the veins in your arms.” “Um…” Christian glanced at me. I almost laughed — if only I didn’t remember he was married and his wife was genuinely kind. “Okay, that’s enough. Christian, you can go. Call me if anything changes. And as for you—” “I’m leaving too. Maybe he can give me a ride.” “You drove here.” “Well, I’m too tired to drive now. Don’t you think?” Fiona tried to manipulate me. I didn’t blame Christian for standing there, waiting. That’s men for you. No one resists Fiona’s charms.

Authors pov Christian and Roose enter in the Elevator. Roose was so upset with Christian's behavior she tried her best to talk to him but he didn't give any response to her. "CHRISTIAN." Roose said in her low soft voice but CHRISTIAN doesn't give her any response. Now Roose patience level crosses her limit. She presses the stop button of Elevator and Elevator stops in between. This sudden action of Roose enough to catch CHRISTIAN'S attention moved his burning eyes on her. "What the hell, What you want Roose." Christian asked in his harsh voice. "I wanna Talk to you, please talk to me." Roose said with her pleading eyes. "Roose, we can talk outside the Elevator. Don't be childish. Open the El

A mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes. Leaning back, She looked up at Christian with a teasing smile. "You know, Christian, I've always believed that books can reveal the deepest desires of a person." Christian's eyes widened, captivated by Mia's playful demeanor. "And what do you think this book would reveal about me?" Mia pretended to ponder, tapping her chin with her index finger. "Hmm, let's see. The protagonist is charming, persistent, and deeply in love with someone who enjoys playing hard to get."

The informer said. “Listen, I don’t care about the damn money! I just want all the information. You’ve got fifteen hours right from now and call me only when you get any information.” Christian said, and disconnected the call. He was currently standing against the railing of his balcony and he stared at the book in his hand. “The Antagonist Of My Life,” He read the title again and tried to understand its meaning because so far he found the male lead supportive in some chapters and some events were clicking inside his head.

She stands up and leaves to return with an envelope and tosses it into Christian's hands. "Is it that by remembering that bitch, you forgot what she went to France to do?" Christie, full of frustration, asks him and continues saying very seriously. "Keep remembering to see if instead of remembering that you bought her the engagement ring and that you were going to propose to her, you remember what the hell it was that she did to you on the yacht, so that you flew here and called me crying like crazy, insulting all the women! And the next day you got run over on that street that almost got you killed." "But Chris, she's a child of her house." Christian answers her as if she were her mother, i

What if some part of her wanted to burn? Her breath hitched, tears stinging her eyes. She didn’t dare look at Aiden, not when his faith was the only thing holding her together. If he saw that flicker of desire—the truth she couldn’t admit aloud—would he still look at her the same way? Would he still believe she was stronger than the fire? Rowan’s voice was low but sharp, dragging her back. “They’ll come again. Stronger. They won’t stop until you give in—or until they break you.”

Christian went down in the private elevator of his office and arrived at the lobby of the building, where he observed the woman with the same aspect as the girl he liked, but this one was haughty, rude, while the other was simple, shy. This one was fighting with one of the guards, threatening to hit him while he covered his face to avoid the attack. "You F4cking bastard! Do you know who I am? I'm the future wife of Christian Goldman, your boss, and when I get married, the first thing I'm going to do is fire all of you bastards!" she snapped angrily.

“No.” She chuckled and carefully placed the book back on the shelf and embarrassingly chuckled, “You have a lot of foreign books here. I can’t even read their titles,” She told him with a shrug. “I usually read English fictional novels. I don’t even know any language other than English,” She unnecessarily added. She doesn’t understand why she had to tell him that. Mateo only nodded his head. Faith dig her teeth into her lower lip and twisted her mouth. There has been something on her mind lately, so she asked. “Can I ask you something else?”

I have a fabulous friend. And if it isn’t obvious by now, the person that I am talking about is Christine Gyamfi. And if you don't know who she is, then read the other book; The Light's Shadow. It's an original book that she wrote herself. I personally didn't read the book, but I'm sure that you will. I mean, why are you reading this then? But that's beside the point. Christine is awesome. She is hilarious, kind, and sweet. The woman also treats everyone around her with respect. She is one of the few people that fuels my faith in humanity.