Contract Marriage To The Alpha King
One of them, a plain white ceramic mug, was already extended in my direction, emanating a comforting warmth that was a stark contrast to the chill in my own soul.
“You’ve been glued to that screen all morning,” he said gently, his voice a quiet balm against the harshness of the office. His eyes, a warm, steady brown, were filled with genuine concern. “Take a break. Just a few minutes. Step away. Please.”
The warmth in his eyes, the genuine kindness in his tone, was almost overwhelming. Kindness, in its purest, most unadulterated form, felt alien, a sensation I hadn’t experienced in what felt like an eternity. It was a stark reminder of the humanity I’d almost forgotten existed, after the rel
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