Remarriage With Mr. Lawyer

ntly stroking the hand where the ring

mly, a happy twinkle in h

nd he chuckled. "What a pity. Time

o hurry up and leave. Besides, you asked me to meet you in the

friend's head. "I'm getting dizzy

that to

work. Let's go!" He took Choi Ji Eun by the hand, a woman wit

be a hardship for Lim Woo Jin to spend only a few million won to buy his wedding ring–con

e parking lot, Lim Wo

ng?" asked

something. "I left my phone in that sto

un nodded

uldn't stop smiling. Anyone knows that marrying the person you love the most in life is a happy

ighway across the street–a little girl around five years old w

tle girl slipped out of the nanny's custody and ran towards the highway. H

pulled her hand and hugged her without hesitation when a black sedan drove from the opposite dir

nanny screamed, crying,

knelt in front of the little girl and touched so

ed silent and stared at Ch

." Choi Ji Eun did so, then let go again, but the girl's expression was

n-

Eun immediately got up and pulled the girl across

," the nanny said wit

ust kept quiet even though I kept asking

d the hug, bowed, and a

f the girl again. "There are no wounds on your body, so you're fine

lips. She looked at the nanny and poin

Ji Eun's expression

he woman who just saved

"No, she's my mom. You don't know her at all? I tore up her p

ed to Choi Ji Eun again. "Her mother passed away when Seo

Across the other street–someone was calling her. Lim

a Ra's tiny hand touched her black skirt. "What's wro

get engaged to another man while I have Dad at h

understand–why Seo Na Ra insiste

your mother

ng time ago." It was apparent that the little girl was a

m n

a black Porsche pulled up on the side of the road. "

o go home, and

even though her crying started. The child even stretched out her hand

g with that

for no reason, and she seemed to want t

last voice from Seo Na Ra's lips before the Porsche t

ze there while Lim Woo Jin relented to cross the

after crossing the street. He touched his gir

o, I don't recognize them. Sor

t's go home. My

rig

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