Chapter 19 A GIFT FROM THE NORTHMAN’S

MARISSA’S POV

I furrowed my brows and slowly took a few steps back. I've never heard of him, I don't think. And it's not like I'm going to be cool with the fact a stranger is leaning on my car.

"I'm sorry, but I think you have the wrong person," I said, and reached in my purse for some damn pe...

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