My Substitute CEO Bride

Chapter 815

Melody was so excited that her eyes turned red. If Nash was not Hera’s man, she would have wanted to hug him and give him a kiss. The desire for beauty was universal, especially when one’s appearance had been decent before.

She might not have turned every single person’s head when she went out in the past, but at least half of the people she encountered would find her pleasing to the eye.

After being so severely injured, Melody had contemplated suicide at the thought of her face being ruined. Now, seeing that she had recovered and become even more beautiful than before, she could not help but be excited.

With his hands shoved in his pockets, Nash smiled and said, “Have you figured out how to thank me?”

Melody lowered her head and replied, “How do you want me you?”

“How about offering yourself?” Hera burst into a delicate laugh while covering her mouth before Nash could even say anything.

Melody knew Hera was joking but still could not help her face turning red.

Hera then got up, looked at Nash, and asked with some concern, “Are you hungry? I can go and make something for you.”

Nash was slightly taken aback, but then he nodded and smiled. “Sure, I haven’t had tomato pasta in a long time!”

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others were having dinner at the moment. The table was filled with all sorts of expensive delicacies.

a drink, Borris asked,

the ghoul overlord absorb some moon essence. Then, we’ll attack

since arriving in Jonford, Peter had

practiced the Path. Many outstanding individuals and spiritual energy converged there.

remarkable Path takers had also been buried at the back of the mountains, their lingering souls now protecting the sanctuary. All of these would become nourishment

smiled and said, “There’s a Path taker called Lloyd. I mus his

the day was Borris hims His scant words had angered

then, a bodyguard walked in and said, “Boss,

looked at The Swordsman.” It’s likely from Nash to my godfather!”

Nash is challenging my godfather to a battle to the death. on October 17th at Sigur

challenge was written on a standard A4-size

Swordsman’s Seven Deadly Swords, renowned throughout the