Being Mr CEO's Bride
I nodded, “Thanks, Sundae.”
Sunday's phone buzzed on my dresser, and she glanced at it, her lips folding into a thin line.
“The delivery for Mr. Montgomery is here. I need to sort it out.” She said to me, “I'll be back shortly, Mrs. Montgomery.”
She set her phone on the bed, right next to where I sat, and headed for the door.
The door clicked shut behind her, leaving me in silence.
Just as I stood to put my flowers in a vase, Sundae’s phone screen lit up, and I froze, my breath catching as I saw her lock screen.
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