Will You Marry Me, My Ex Wife
erious and cold. All the staff members stood in a neat line a
ont of the entrance. A man who looked like a butler rush
door and put his feet on the ground to get out of the car. He was apathetic and arroga
forward and str
through the heavy atmosphere, and everyone hurri
rs clumsily. She wore a pink, princess-style dress. Even though her fa
d up the stairs and cl
iny her, and her snow-white arms
alled out to him in a whine. The
e ball of pink fluff at his feet, a hint of
osing features that looked 70%
re wide open as he stood next to him. T
y little arms as big eyes stared at Joshua
rt melted un
, but for some reason, he wanted to
reached out, picked her up, and strode into the b
ld couldn’t have
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’s office, his a*sistant handed a report to him
his hands: 99.9% similarity. This
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