The Wrong Wife for Mr Whitmore: Pregnant, Divorced, Reclaime
“Welcome to Whitmore High?’ What was that? Where did that even come from? She’s going to think I’m some admin council sent on some official mission…great. I sounded like a fucking guidance counselor, or worse, one of the insufferable teachers at school damnit.
I groaned and dropped my head, Agatha’s then all. Just brilliant, Felix….absolutely fucking brilliant. For someone who could paint emotions and whatever else onto a canvas, I apparently couldn’t hold a normal conversation.
My thumb itched to delete the message, then I remembered the app didn’t work like that. Even if I delete it, she’ll see it, and it’ll just be insufferable then.
Fuck!
Three minutes passed painfully slow, the corner o
Hot Chapters