Chapter 33 The GirL Who Can’t Be Moved

Present

“Good evening, Mr. Montgomery.” The man at the desk smiled at us, “Your table is this way, Sir.”

Cillian took my hand and led me to the corner of the restaurant, and the waiter yanked a chair.

“Thank you.”

“Would you like something to drink first?”

“Yes,” my husband flipped to the w...

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