Married To The Cold Disabled Billionaire

cheap against the backdrop

ightly open window, dripping with disdain. "Sir, there

nicured lawns of the Townsend estate. This was the place she was

s walkie-talkie. It was her brother, Preston. "It's Jul

didn't

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er voice even and polite, a stark co

breath hitched. A choked,

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viously smug, turned

te bag, the kind you'd find at a farmer's market. It loo

d up the sweeping driveway, her worn boo

of the mansion opened

tood a woman in her late fifties, impeccably dressed in a silk dress that probably cost more t

weren't tearful; they were sharp, suspicious, and hostile. He looked at Ch

e Chloe. But she stopped short, her hands hovering awkwardly in the a

oning himself slightly in front

asked, his voice cold. "That

her canvas bag and pulled out a folded document. It

nned the page, but the skepticism on his face o

eered, tossing the document onto a nearby marble

hough her own gaze wavered, a

ck of the house. She could hear the faint thru

party for the other gi

e's hand. Her fingers were manicured and soft, b

ce trembling. "We'll... we'll do another test

grand foyer, toward a side hall. It was a quiet, wood-pane

lready in his hand, thumbs flying across the s

eserved for a medical emergency. He arrived carrying a sleek case containing a r

then one from Eleanor. The process

the results w

words stumbling over each other. "Your... your dr

dn't breach. Her calmness was a strange island in the sea of

unconscious, repetitive motion. Inside, nestled in a hidden

f professional neutrality that couldn't quite hid

his voice low. "The result

caped her lips, and she covered her mouth with

is eyes raking over her simple clothes, her plain face, as if s

ression did

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cutting through the emotional chaos. "Can