His Unwanted Wife: The Hidden Tech Genius

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to the dining table. A plate of

become soggy, and the expensive mea

e table. A long time had passed

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Twice. Three times.

only a cold femal

s felt like shards of glass. She opened her texting ap

up. It wasn't Cornelius. It was a

tremely important business meeting and cannot be d

n. The last, pitiful spark of hope

stoo

against the polished white marble floor, the piercin

rate roar from the

picked up the plate of

r the edge of the stainless steel trash can, watching the

ment made her feel incre

rench coat, and wrapped it tightly over the thin, exp

nned to have a romanti

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ped in an important business meet

old son, Benny. The boy was laughing and

Cornelius was Harley Moss,

a car and went to the Michelin-

t; she wanted to see

nt and saw that heartwarming scene through

the biting cold wind outside and the warm, golden ligh

tle, and softly wiped a bit of chocolate sauce from t

matic smile played on his lips, a smile

Cassidy hadn't se

w for ventilation. Benedictine's clear, high-pitched voi

loudly, swinging his leg. "I wi

sible, enormous hand reached into her chest a

primand her. He did

d out to affectionately ruffle Benny's hai

straight from the soles of

ck, letting the deep shadows of the Manh