Blind Box Bride Escaped and He Lost It

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aring at my reflection,

ned on the faucet and splashed cold water onto my f

room door was kicked o

ang made m

w the last pers

eless, devil-may-care expression, a crooke

arp, dangerous in a way th

f men in black suits, thei

tage area fell i

across the room befo

de towa

own my arm, until they stopped on my r

stant. What replaced it was

s eyes-eyes that were alway

embled, jus

a low voice, yet it carried

us instinctive

rd, Ian's bodyguards ru

rily, "this is Mr. Wade's venue.

't even gla

ked the nearest bodyguard

as sent flying like a sandbag, slam

and said again, his voice trembl

nches from my injured wrist, as if he were afra

s if I were something rare and irreplaceable, a

rned. I al

hough the sound was colder than ice. "The tr

ened the moment

ou lost your mi

and's eyes only

he lunged forward, grabbing Ian by

against Ian's face, his

es lunged at each other, the crash of shatte

all spiraled complet