Theodore's Regret

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ted the conversation as Mar

ion when I heard footsteps in the house. Who was here at this time? My question was answered when Theodo

and the same hard, stoic expression plastered on his

re work hours?" I heard Theodore's hard vo

ooking at her feet. This obnoxious man was scaring her for no

rth to intimidate her further. Was he

s Al

was about. He was offended at Martha for giving me more importance than him? Is he even serious? How was the poor woman supposed to inform him when he came so freaking late and his butler always stuck to him like his shadow? I mean, it's like he

l. It won't happen ag

ore finally looked at me. His eyes slowly trailed from my head to toe, taking their own

come down for lunch and then spend the rest of the time back in my room l

Anders, and stretched

y," it wouldn't kill him to be polit

ust ignore my question and walk out of the kitc

e. You have exactly an hour. Don't be late." That was all before he left the bag on the table, an

id I have

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ays hot on his heels, never taking a rest? And even if he didn't, then was there a need to drag me to his business partner's partie

t, revealing just enough to tease, adding a touch of allure to the ensemble. The neckline, a modest plunge, framed my collarbones delicately, hinting at a quiet confidence that lingered beneath the surface. I took a moment to assess myself in the reflection, and a satisfie

ime now. I had just arrived in the living room and was facing his back currently since he was facing the door while st

stead, his eyes remained fixed on my face, before they trailed down, agonizingly slowly, to the rest of my body. First, my upper body, then my waist, down to my feet. He visibly gulped and I waited for some ki

gritted befor

man really is a whole new level of weird," I

u in the car, Miss Alina," I n