My Perfect Marriage Revenge
Theo, who had been quiet, raised his lashes to glance at Bianca.
She was wearing a soft, pink, knitted top that highlighted the milky smoothness of her neck.
Face now flushed, extended the blush to her delicate ear. Lope, he found his gaze lingering longer than intended. His eyes flickering briefly with something unreadable.
Before he masked it behind a sip of coffee. Helen.
Ever. The dramatist pulled out her phone and began scrolling.
So Bianca, have you decided where you're renting? Here's one. I found $800 a month. It's not bad.