He Divorced Me, I Marry A Bigger Billionaire!
I’d played it cool, said I’d think about it, but his face—those high cheekbones, that subtle smirk—had been stuck in my head since.
Now, his glances felt like a game, and I was flustered, my usual confidence wobbling.
The conference wrapped, and I was speaking with my assistant when his voice came from behind, smooth and low with no japanese accent in sight.
“Lisa.”
I turned, his height forcing me to tilt my head, his cologne—a crisp mix of sandalwood and citrus—hitting me.
“Kaito,” I said, smiling, my voice quieter than usual.
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