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Livid Guardian's Endless Coddling

Excerpt: "You jerk! How dare you? Just because you are my guardian and I have nobody to ask, did you think, you can take advantage of me? I thought you stand on high morals..." Rian turned Aria towards him not quietly understanding what was going on. Amelia and Rowan were in the same state. "Arrie! What happened? Did brother do something? Why are you angered so much?" He sounded very concerned. Alan leaned on his room door frame thinking what would be her answer. ..... Aria's mouth was wide open in shock. 'Sh*t! This man really has a mental illness. How can he forget so soon?' It vexed her more and wrung her hand to punch but Alan held her hand twirled her before pressing her back on him. "Young Miss Cooper! Mind your hand." He said loudly and whispered, "If you wanted more, you should have asked me." ~~~~ Aria Cooper, a confident, brave, intelligent, lively teenager turns insecure and timid losing her only family, her father. Alan Morgan, a cold, indifferent young President of Morgan Industries falls in love with the teenage girl who moves into his mansion. Being a cynic, will he be able to change and win over the girl's heart? Will he be able to find the culprit behind the murder of Aria Cooper's father who targets her? Will he be able to keep her safe? --- *** --- This is an original story. Story DISCORD: https://discord.gg/QhhXXWq Ko-fi: ko-fi.com/munchkin_2 Instagram: auth_munchkin Linktree: https://linktr.ee/munchkin *Credit to the real owner of the novel cover.

Munchkin_2 · Urban
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Best husband or father?

Winston and Melissa bid mother and son, especially surprised looking at Arsh excited to go out with his mother.

"How did Alan Morgan let his wife and Arna let her brother enjoy outside?" Winston generally probed walking next to Melissa who was controlling her wheelchair on her own without looking weak or embarrassed about being on wheels.

Melissa faintly smiled, she was glad he wasn't attacking her with words but started off the conversation lightly. She glanced at the sports car that left the premises.

"Father and Daughter are in the kitchen in pink aprons cooking for mother by sending these two out to enjoy." She remembered Alan standing in a pink apron and chuckled.

"Mr. Wen, Ms. Morse, welcome to the Tea house." An old man warmly welcomed the duo with a smile.