You're Mess With The Wrong Person Noah X Reader

You're Mess With The Wrong Person Noah X Reader

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Your husband, Noah, has always wanted a child. After 4 years of marriage, you finally got pregnant. Alas, you got miscarriage due to a car crash. He doesn't blame you, but he is still in deep sorrow. And you feel even more guilty. Today, you bring him a lunch box to his office to make him feel better. But before you can enter, you see Noah is hugging his secretary with a big smile. "You are pregnant." He kisses her on the lips. "I will protect you and our baby."
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