Our Marriage Contract
Without second thoughts I turned and started walking again, I don’t want to talk with him any longer, I don’t even have the strength to face him right now, feeling shattered from the inside, and weak, all over again.
Once again, I go up to my room, hug a pillow, and start to cry all over again, over Harris! But this is different. He’s not only my boss right now, we’re something and nothing at the same time, we’re sharing a house, and two separate rooms, a real wedding and a fake marriage contract!
It used to be hard when I adored my boss from a distance. Now it’s even harder!!
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Bab Populer