Chapter 20

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Greetings sweet people

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Greetings sweet people....
How are you?

This chapter is dedicated to shazameena (my honeybunch 🍯)

Please ignore the typo mistakes

Enjoy!!
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"Once you are married to me, I repeat there is no divorce till my last breath, you don't want to talk, just go to bed we will talk the next day,"

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"Once you are married to me, I repeat there is no divorce till my last breath, you don't want to talk, just go to bed we will talk the next day,"

Shocked

Horrified

Stunned

Frozen

Hermione sat in the same position without blinking, she knew Nedvar loved her but she did not think that he would be a committed person. No one in her life was this patient with her other than her family and friends. She was always called an arrogant, and self-centred person, and here Nedvar telling her that even she shows the worst arrogance side of her that he is ready to hear her.

Communication is like a showpiece nowadays and the forceful blind dates she had been to always would end up like,

'I think we are not meant to be'

'I don't want a working woman as my wife'

'You are full of yourself, and I don't want to get home to a wife like you'

She felt his body warmth fade away but not before pecking her forehead. Nedvar walked out closing the door normally not like slamming it to make everyone aware of it. Hermione stared at the wall in her thoughts not knowing why the hell does her stomach churn and she felt nauseous when he was around. Never in her life had she felt it, she could feel her feeling as she was-

Sad because Nedvar was a man of his word, happy because somewhere she loved the care he always showed every time, angry at the stupid nauseous feeling.

Her head snapped towards the knock on the door from the other side. Mama Clair entered with a sleepy Ethan who had put his head on her shoulder as Clair carried him inside and closed the door.

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