My Accidental Marriage With A Mysterious Magnate

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d to me all the time. I dreamt that Hannah's disease was treated in time and that

phone. Completely left in a daze, I sat up as my eyes wandere

e before it occurred to me that I wa

covered with a gray blanket. Clearly, the couch was way too short to accommodate his tall body. Most of his legs were hanging in the air. The morning s

on me last night so I was

enjoying. There were eggs, bread, and a package of bacon that had been left untouched

I found, I began to whip u

e sizzling hot skillet, the kitchen

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es. I sat up with my lazy, just-woken-up eyes, and peere

gure, memories from many

ming. Back when I was a child, my mother would

tched Jocelyn, immersing myself in the

l be ready in a bit. Go brush your teeth and wash

forced my feet to lea

n. The steaming bacon and egg sandwiches and the bowl of oatmeal on the table definite

t luxurious food in the world but none of them could compare to what I had then. It never occurred to me that I'd ever have a meal tha

d, "This is delicious. It's exactly lik

, she said, "Thanks. I'm flattered. Please do the honors of w

g more. I took my time enjoying

ther was concluded, Jocelyn p

rbell ring. Without thinking much, I opened t

the door. It was Sean Johnson, my assistant. He gazed at me

outside. There was an air of vigilance a

restaurant and picked up some

od made by a specific chef. Sean was the per

all. "I've already eaten. You can have it. Wash the dishes

's eyes widened