His Icy Regret: I Quit My Hockey Secret Lover's Wet Sheet
As Jonah's car drove through the massive iron gates of the Bennetts' estate, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Jonah turned the wheel, glancing at me with a small smile. "Now, should we start sharing our exclusive wedding photos?"
"Good idea."
He handed me his phone, urging me to do so. I opened the photo gallery the photographer had just sent. I showed it to him. "Here, I chose this."
Jonah whistled softly. "Oho, you picked a phenomenal one."
It was a photo of our kiss. Jonah's thumb trick was completely invisible. In the photo, Jonah's hand caressed my neck, our faces touched, and my white veil fluttered in the breeze. Classic, romantic, and deadly.
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