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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 391: The Luggage Without a Place to Rest - Part 3

Edward heard the noise above and found it strange. Was Mallia complaining about him to someone?

Regardless, he quietly went upstairs, intending to eavesdrop on what Mallia was saying, but he never expected to hear a man's voice so clearly from the doorway!

And after listening more carefully, Edward realized it was George Flack...

The so-called past, had it really not passed after all?

Standing at the door, Edward's tears fell. He remembered how sincere Mallia had been when she said she wanted to be with him. He had thought George was a closed chapter in her life, but it seemed that it was still an ongoing saga.

In the end, Edward left the doorway in despair, eventually sitting down on the sofa.

How much time passed no longer seemed important to Edward, even if he had to wait here until dawn, it was all the same to him.

...

Mallia felt caught, whether she moved forward or stepped back. She really didn't know what to do.

"When did you come back?"