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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?

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Chapter 352: Darling Baby 2

As she pushed the door open, she was immediately greeted by a thick aroma of milk, a sure sign of deliciousness, as the dessert shop had a queue that bent over and over with no end in sight.

Juliet had caught whiffs of the scent before on regular days, but the sight of so many people always zapped her interest.

This time around, Juliet was in a rush to scope out the situation, so she found herself with a bit more patience, watching the line inch forward, the calm in her heart indescribable.

The air was so thick with fragrance that it was almost seductive! Juliet couldn't make out the individual scents but strained to listen to what the people ahead were ordering.

She only waited a little over twenty minutes, it seemed this shop was quite efficient!

"What would you like to order?"

Juliet looked over the pastries in the glass cabinet and pointed directly with her hand, "I'll take six of these! Four of these! Let me think... I'll have one kilo of this! And three of these!"