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My Runaway Wife Is A Bigshot

[As escaped bride x a cold and domineering CEO husband] This was a risk that came at the cost of sincerity. What would you do if your husband did not love you and hid secrets from you? "Get out!" A deep and cold voice suddenly exploded in her ears, sounding especially unhappy. “Get lost!” That person's voice was cold and sinister. In the few years they spent time together, all he ever said to her was to harshly chase her away as if she were something dirty. On the other hand, she chose to continue throwing herself into his arms because other than love, there were more important things awaiting her. She wanted to establish a horizon she could call her own. Five years later, Aria Grant returned to the country to investigate the truth behind her sister's death. She even brought back the precious daughter born of him and her. After returning to the country, she found out that her elder sister's death was closely related to George Flack. To find out the truth behind her sister's death, what kind of entanglement would occur between the two? How would they choose between love and hate?

Chocolate Gang · Umum
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Chapter 393 Turn the Page_3

George Flack entered the room and quickly closed the door behind him.

It seemed that only then did he feel safe. Even though he was in his own home, George couldn't quite explain why this feeling wasn't as strong as when he was at Mallia Mamet's house.

George had indeed come to change his clothes, but not to get dressed up carefully; it was simply to change out of the clothes Mallia had found for him.

After changing, George casually searched through his own wardrobe.

Looking at the clothes he had taken off and laid on the bed, George didn't know who he could ask to wash them before returning them to Mallia Mamet.

If he prepared now, Aria Grant would find out, wouldn't she? Would Aria care?

Never mind, it was too complicated to deal with, so he decided not to act rashly.

So, George folded the clothes neatly and placed them in his wardrobe for the time being.

It was indeed strange. Never had George imagined a day when he would carefully fold another man's clothes.