THE BIILLIONAIRE’S SHOTGUN MARRIAGE.
“It is almost time for breakfast, Mrs Thorn.”
First, can you not call me Mrs Thorn? You keep reminding me that I am married to him,” she frowned.
“But you are,” Tiana blinked.
“I know. But can you not? We will be together most of the time, can we get along?”
“Alright, ma’am,” Tiana nodded her head.
“And for the breakfast, will he be present there?”
“Yes, ma’am. Mr. Thorn always have his breakfast. He does not like to miss it,” she answered.
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