The CEO's Accidental Bride (Contract Marriage)

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cut but appeared at the penthouse whenever she needed to escape. According

wife," Lucy said,

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e tilted her head. "He said you we

m sleep-deprived.

nt. "Most of his girlfriends pretend to like

d I've never seen an art film that cou

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and found Adrian standing at the stove in a gray t-shirt and s

t sleep?

forgot to eat again. She do

rway. "Does she have a l

n and she's already learned that adults mostly disappoint h

quietly I al

ed for everything, but softer somehow. Less like a CEO and

aids,"

sed. "

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n my chest

bout Adrian over t

at contained doctor emails, tutoring schedules, and a screenshot of a meme she had sent him three years ago. He had learned to make

described. He was a man who had built a fortress

fe for his trust or a date for his events. But because his house was full of

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floor across

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good at people, you know. Adrian. He tries, b

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eone who's no

t pretending with him, that'

about it. "Good. Because I already told my friends my brother married

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cy how to identify first editions by their binding. She was a

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ot words, not anything I could name. But his exp

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voice was even, but something in i

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acceptable a

someone who had won something. Sh

while Lucy directed and I managed the chocolate chip placement. It was chaot

something Lucy sai

ving him with her shoulder. "It's like you forgo

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t still. I

Lucy looked between us, confused.

oice was rough. "You did

ut I saw the tension in his shoulders, the way he hel

m with the familiar concern of someon

I said. "These pancakes aren

ion cracked. Adrian's sho

spoke about what s

and a fresh start. I had not planned to become someone who made his house

ed at the ceiling. The silence was different now.

. He made pancakes with chocolate chip smiley faces. He stayed up until

ng to care. That