Perfect Hubby, Perfect Stranger

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in a café not far from the

fficient. She called me less than

her friend agreed

sounded like Daphne's friend was eager to ge

ty café echoe

in. He was wearing a vintage striped shirt a

tepped in and wal

sat down acr

ze. I didn't expect he

nd eyes like the ocean, he

at Daphne wanted

like him be unab

p staring at me?" he said as

alized that I had been gazing at him for a

, "Sorry... um, he

I stuttering?' I wa

a. I'm Gerald,"

xicating, or why w

me what her friend's name was.

e and blurted out, "Gerald,

me over Gerald's face

ch a hurry? We

t said, I sipped at my c

ep breaths, I managed

welry store, but my income is not high. So I can't afford a house in Los Angeles yet. Oh, by the way, I used to be in a relationship, but I've been single for a long time now. T

ed at Gerald, quietly

Aren't you afraid that I might have ulterior motives?

signs of disgust. "I'm here cuz I wanna get married. Of course I need

s Gerald Locksley. I rented an apartment here in LA, and I also got a

onds and went on, "I ca

s, I felt my fac

I can support myself. So I won't spend your money. I only have one request. I hop

tment has enough rooms

nger on the back of his hand. It se

tta tell you that marrying me may not improve your qual

is bluntness was probably the reaso

o Dutch after we get married. I'm sure life'

p, and stood up. He was tall a

, I could vaguely

said, "Let's go. If we head to the county clerk's