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Chapter Seven.

Sorah's POV.

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“We finally get to meet,” He speaks with such allure, proceeding particularly, “My astonishing bride-to-be”.

Oh my God.

This is Devon Claude? The man Mother arranged for me?

I feel my throat run dry and my muscles tense involuntarily as my wide eyes stay with his charming gaze.

I didn't realize yet, that during Stella's wedding, all I saw of him was a glimpse of his face. It didn't last long enough to give me a profound impression, and I was in an abyss of despondence to spare a second glance.

Right now, being under the shade of this handsome and charismatic man, I have no alternative but to shiver, rescind, and shy away.

Faster than my internal calculations, I'm dashing on my hot toes and seeking refuge behind a stunned Mei.

"Oh," He marvels with humor, turning around to see where I'm hiding. "Your mother did mention you were the shy type"

His comment might feature soft jocular elements in other to ease my tension, but it only spikes it to the forceful straight of my
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