His Plaything Became the Heiress He Can't Touch

that Edward Dawson was getting married, Carol Brigh

vague on purpose, not say

ulations, but Edward? His expression was plain unreadab

came up at the com

ot the hint and stood up too, politely nodd

de the house when she heard

rol

a split second. She knew that voice - it was

right,

urned around after a steadying breath

heard what Grandpa said at dinner. He's picked someone for Edward to marry. So

to him, but her response was respectful. "Yeah,

face. "Carol, I know you care about Edward, but after everything h

hit a

mocking. "You, of all people, should un

rew a clear line. "You k

n wanted her and her mom out of the house... out of ev

ned to him for h

he chos

down that road. He reached out, clea

inish. A pair of blinding headlights swept o

ht away - Edwa

go in. Don't let

yed put, staring at

them. Edward lowered the window,

ing out n

about to get in the passenger seat, Edward

she was simply his employe

ssed Christopher, Edward brushed past him too - the

l, but her mind wandered to what Christopher

l just business, but wh

fore she ever stepped i

igh school years ago -

touchable star; she was just

he used to be so full of life. And no

fingers snapped

thinking about