Taming My Cold Husband
she beamed.
Julian nodded, swallowed thickly, stood up, and left without another word.
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Leslie walked steadily into one of New York's biggest courts, known mostly for the top-notch court wedding services it provided. The air around the place was gloomy and hostile despite the cool wind. Perspiration gathered at her forehead, and she wiped it off. She adjusted her simple white floral gown and felt out of place in this huge building.
A short, bald man dressed smartly in a suit walked up to her with a blank face and said, "Miss Harrison?"