I Got Married Without You

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* Amelia stood at the entrance of the villa for a while before James’

car pulled up in front of her.

He rolled down the car window. Sunlight poured into the car, revealing his well-defined face with a pair of black sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose. Amelia couldn’t see the look in his eyes as he tilted his head to look at her.

He pushed the door open and got out of the car. His tall and stalwart figure dwarfed Amelia.

Through the sunglasses, he lowered his gaze and carefully looked at the woman in front of him, who was the embodiment of pure desire.

“Amelia, today, you….”

He bent down and tilted his head slightly, leaning close to her ear. In a charming voice, he muttered, “You look beautiful.”

Amelia raised her hand to cover her ears, blocking his scorching breath with the back of her hand.

“You… Can you stop getting so close every time you speak? It’s not like I can’t hear you clearly…” she grumbled.

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His thin, pursed lips slowly curled up into a grin.

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He affectionately rubbed her round head as he commented, “Your

hair has grown longer.”

It wouldn’t be long until he could see her with waist-length hair.

Hopefully, he would live long enough to see it.

He grabbed Amelia’s hand, who didn’t say a word, and opened the passenger door to let her get in the car. He took out a bouquet

from the trunk and handed it

raised her eyes and looked at James. “Didn’t you give these

the flowers to her, and

you a bouquet

her a bouquet every day

few seconds, Amelia reached out to

flowers from

arms and side-eyed the man wearing sunglasses, who had yet to take them off. “What’s wrong with your eyes?”

wasn’t sumrner, so the sun wasn’t that

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sunglasses to block the glare

which was rather

didn’t sleep well, so my eyes

thought you might

tightened slightly. However, she still didn’t have

an insulated container from the glove box and

it to Amelia. “Here’s breakfast.”

the insulated container, then at

you make it?”

opened

well as some pastries.

like first?”

he made wasn’t that good, so Amelia’s eyes fell on the pastries.

porridge, and immediately understood that the porridge

and handed it to Amelia. Then, he took a spoonful of porridge and put it

expressions had changed slightly

Live

couldn’t help but smile. “Mr. Evans, maybe you should

the terrible * porridge taste much better. “Okay. I won’t cook

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taste testing his porridge. He didn’t expect it

milk. “If it’s so bad, why did