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Capture A Husband: My Asian Mother's Quest

"What the fuck did you send over, Nicky?" Laurie is screaming over the phone at six fucking o'clock in the morning. "It has a note. And I believe that the message was clear." the name Nicky answered. "Well that's exactly, why I am asking!" she exclaimed angrily, glaring at the innocently looking red leather pill box, that is instantly recognizable as a famous jewelry brand, sitting on her kitchen counter, with a note that says - I heard you cry over a guy, here's a small gift to let you know that I'd marry you anytime. With the familiar scrawling penmanship in the white piece of paper, she would know who sent her the note, even without calling the guy on the phone. *** When the guy you confessed to rejected you, and your two exes came back running—declaring they would marry you any time, what would you do? Would you choose a familiar old love or the one that has your heart but doesn't want you? And to add to the chaos, her mother is on a mission to marry her nearing thirty-something ass to any man who breathes. What should a girl do in such a situation? Run away, of course! But then, how far can you run away until all the life's decisions you screwed up in the past caught up with you and you ended up with no choice but to face them. Welcome to Laurie’s adventure and just to be clear this is not a love story BUT a quest. [WARNING: Some chapters may contain mature R-18 content.] --- Book cover by Sendaline_16

Jyojiko · 都市
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237 Chs

Talk With Mei (1)

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"Miss, where should I take you?" 

The driver's gentle voice pulled her away from her thoughts. She looked up at the rearview mirror and their eyes met. She was the one that pulled her gaze first as she looked outside the window to check where they were. 

The man driver her around was provided by Haru. She's currently in Amsterdam with her husband but when she called and told her, she needed a car to chauffeur her around, she didn't just lend her a car, but also one of her drivers. 

"Take me to this address." She leaned forward, showing the driver her phone. The driver's eyebrows knitted when he saw that the 'address' she was saying was just a pin on a map and it's moving. She could see the sheer curiosity on her driver's face but he's a professional and didn't ask why they had to follow someone. 

"May I?" The driver asked politely. Indicating the phone in her hand.