Chasing the Arrogant Instructor
her father whispered, begging.
No, Dad. Please don’t beg.
Gian let out a heavy sigh, glaring at her. “You win again, Vanessa. You always win.” Then he pressed his lips on hers.
Was that even a kiss? He only brushed his lips against hers. No movement, no passion. There’s nothing.
What did you expect, Van? A romantic kiss? You trapped him, remember?
The few witnesses clapped—her father, her cousin, her brother Jason, and Lloyd. Only a handful of people saw her foolish wedding. Maybe that was better.
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