My Ex-Husband Demanded Custody of My Sick Daughter—Then the Quiet Man From My Bakery Returned, Revealing Why Someone Was Watching Our Apartment Every Night
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Chapter 19 - Standing Tall Against Pure Corporate Evil
“I bought the block to ensure you and Poppy never have to look over your shoulders again,” Elias corrected softly.
He pulled out a chair and sat opposite her, his dark eyes softening into something infinitely warm and tender.
“You walked into my life on a Tuesday morning, grabbed my hand, and asked me to play along,” Elias murmured.
“And you actually stayed,” Marlo whispered, a genuine smile breaking across her face.
“I don't plan on leaving anytime soon, Marlo—unless, of coursse, my apricot tart privileges have expired.”
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Marlo laughed, leaning across the table to brush her fingers gently against his scarred knuckles.
“Your privileges are permanent, Mr. Marchetti,” she promised softly.
