The Bodyguard I Hired Is My Billionaire Husband

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utler, shouted from the bottom of the stair

lowly, her eyes narrowing into slits. "Saved by

ifted. The air was thick, heavy w

suitcase. She had shoved her oversized black glasses

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ke a driver. He m

the balding man's hand. "Mr

her gloves. He just grunted. "Let's get this

stairs, trying to ma

she saw it. A gaz

the "husband"

like it was carved from granite. Even through the sunglasses, she

antique sofa, putting his muddy shoes on the coffee table. The

lay barked, snap

ay. Her hands were shaking. The proximi

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water and fine china pl

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, gravelly baritone that had th

reflection in his aviator