Second Chance at Love: From Divorcee to the Billionaire's Bride
Just then, my phone rang—it was Wendy.
I answered, wedging the phone between my ear and shoulder. “Morning, Wendy.”
“Hey, I was really craving your pancakes this morning.”
“I don’t have time today. I’ll make sure to bring you some tomorrow.”
“Hey, listen,” Wendy said, her tone turning serious.
Whenever she spoke like that, it usually meant she was about to hype me up with some exaggerated compliments. I pretended not to know, playing along with a simple “Yeah?”
“Yesterday, when Mrs. Walker visited my family, she hinted at a possible marriage alliance.”
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