did somebody scratch you on the face?” obconsciously approached Rebecca, wanting to touch her face!
diraon, when Castuplier saw that from outside the dou, his face tell. Cluistopher was slightly displeased.
Derp within Chiristopher, lis possessiveness began to stit. Christopher frowned as he tried to contain his annoyance.
Chnstophet wondered why he tell posse debess they weren’t acqualided, after all.
forcing humorit thi lughaway, Christopher tell into deep thought in telescalad plenty of people who looked out for her, he didn’t have to visit!
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saided withormotions, Christopher turned and left with agilim expression on lais face
Meanwhile, in the room, Rebecca had no idea that Christopher had dropped by. When Homeo’s hand was about to touch Rebecca, she subtly dodged and quirked as
Bebes a said, “I trally am tine
The others joked and said, “Ther’s mile at you, Romeo, Rebeccaisa lady, after all. It’s notice of you to touch her face.”
Limbarassed in their comuments, Romral
fedly explained himself. He said, “I just wanted to examine her wound. What were you all thinking?
“Hey, just admit that you’re interested. Aren’t you a inan?
“Ms. Barton, what do you think about Romeo? Doesn’t he look very gentlemanly? is family runs a steel mill. If you marry him, you’d be guaranteed a good life! Romeo shady rubbed his head as the rest joked; Romeo laughed along, but he didn’t dare to meet Rebecca’s eyes. Meanwhile, Rebecca was calm. She wasn’t affected
Having lived a past lite, Rebecca had clarity. Even though she was only 18 years old, the group of men were like children to her. Naturally, Rebecca didn’t mind their
“You’re right, Mr. Gilmore is great. Fin sure his family will find sim a sudtable spouse. You shouldn’t joke about him.”
but some of them wouldn’t easily let it slide easily. They continued to joke and said, “Ms. Barton, you’re from the Grant family. Aren’t you two quite a good match?
The truth was they were curious about how Reberca was related to the Grants!
of duty, to make up for his sacrifice, Mr. Grant Senior
Rebecca wasn’t shy to reveal her identity. She said, “I came from Barton Fields. My father died in the line of duty, to brought me to Orly I’m not related to the Grants in any way.”
(see: So, yai’or from the countryside, huh?” one of the men said and chuckled awkwardly, glancing at Romeo. Bones’s family owned a steel mill, and Homeo was the only son in his family. His two elder sisters had married into tw
two rather well–off families with hefty
omeo’s patents had high expectations of him. They wouldn’t approve of his marriage unless he married somebody from a similar background! beautiful, but her family background was too track. Hearing that Rebecca had grown up in the countryside and that her father had passed away,
ate to probe lurther about her mother.
the
Vel, homes glated at the man and said warningly, “Why would tark alsout her background
esponded in homeu’s cautiousness willi giare. She shook her head and said, “I don’t mind it. My father may have passed away, but he’s a hero to me, and
your first meeting? Please don’t my
mind him, Ms. Baroi.”
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new hospital gown before going outside
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