The CEO's Unwanted Wife
He took a deep breath, ran a hand through his hair in that familiar gesture of reluctant surrender.
“Okay,” he finally conceded, voice firm but resigned. “But the security will be glued to you. Two guards inside the company building, one driving the armored car, another at the house entrance at all times. And you call or text me every hour. Every single hour. No exceptions.”
Fiona’s face lit up with relief and gratitude. She threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly, kissing his cheek, his jaw, his lips.
“Thank you, love. Thank you so much. I love you.”
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