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A gentleman with dark long hair looked a little rough but his face did justice to that. He was truly handsome with blue eyeballs and silk lashes, quite tall as we raised her heads to get a better look at his face.

But matter how hard we looked we didn't seem to recognize him.

Georgia pulled me behind and made her way toward him.

“Who are you,” she asked.

I watched from behind her as she stood firm in front of the good-looking stranger.

Mr. King came running to the living room to defend the stranger. As far as I know, his only child and his cousins are not in the country currently.

“Who is this stranger and why is my man protecting him,” I asked myself.

Mr. King pulled this guy to the couch and gave him a plate of fruit parfait.

“Mr. King” Georgia called out as she signaled with her eyes asking who the guy was.

He looked at me after she signaled me and I was stunned.

“Why is he staring at me, I have no idea who he was” I defended myself with my eyes when Georgia asked me with expressio