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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 · โรแมนซ์ทั่วไป
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Chapter 350: Going Out Together

"When you've had enough sleep, you naturally wake up."

When George Flack heard what Mallia Mamet had said, it was as if he were choked. Was Mallia Mamet getting tired of him? Why would she say that?

But the sensitive George Flack didn't dare to ask Mallia Mamet too much at this moment, so he could only steer the conversation to another topic.

"What are you going to have for lunch?"

Mallia Mamet sat up and looked at George Flack. Her face didn't look as bright as usual, probably because Thomas Yates had already told George Flack about the return to their home country.

Since it was already mentioned, why was George Flack still fussing about what to eat for lunch? Shouldn't he have discussed it with her by now? Was he planning to mention it only when he was about to leave?

Suddenly, Mallia Mamet felt disgusted, as if she had swallowed a fly. Why was George Flack still sticking around like an unshakable plaster?