Leave Her in the Dust
After that, she turned her head proudly and left.
Heck, she even swiped one of the fountain pens on my desk together with her, looking completely certain she had everything under control.
At that point, I was convinced. There was something truly wrong with this woman's brain.
In the past, I thought Joanna was emotionally dense.
Now, I thought she’d probably read too many romance novels.
Still, that wasn’t the important thing right now. I was busy cleaning up the mess she had caused earlier, fetching Mr. Devon's children to and from school and helping to organize his mother's seventieth birthday celebration, preparing expensive gifts for the occasion.
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