flowie
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Meanwhile, Gyuho, who had been subtly watching Siho's pale expression, cautiously asked, "Do you have any questions? There's usually a question that comes up around this point." Siho hesitated for a long time, as if he was about to say something, before asking, "Why do Espers all look like that?" 'Hmm... "like that," huh? It's rare to see that kind of word choice in this question. It's like asking why they look so awful.' Gyuho narrowed his eyes and…-
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"What. Huh. Get out." There were plenty of things Doha could have said, but she chose not to waste her breath. Talking to him was a waste of life itself. Even as she changed clothes and washed up in the dressing room connected to her bedroom, Han Dojun kept chattering away. He clicked his tongue as he looked around her minimalist, monochrome room. “What kind of girl lives in a place like this? Everything’s pitch-black. Is this performance art? Let’s call the piece ‘A…-
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"How can you justify allowing one party to have an affair in a country where monogamy is the legal standard?" Doha had expected him to accept that clause more willingly than any other, so his stern response left her puzzled. "Not one-sided, mutual affairs. I have the right to pursue romantic relationships freely, too, without being concerned about you. Of course, only as long as it doesn’t harm the company’s image." Correcting the offensive assumption, Doha recalled her last relationship. It…
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Doha continued eating with her eyes narrowed sharply. She was here not as a subordinate but as his fiancée, with both families having agreed to the engagement. Still, Nam Sion's subtly condescending attitude made the steak she was chewing feel stuck in her throat. “Where did you hang the painting?” Nam Sion broke the heavy silence. He was referring to the late artist Jang Eun-wook's work that Doha had recently purchased at a charity auction. “In my office. Guess you’re still attached…
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It was the day when the routine that had been rolling like a hamster wheel came to a halt. "I have a meeting scheduled with Director Nam Si-on of Namwon Holdings at 12 o'clock." The unfamiliar word "meeting" made her hand, which was signing the approval document, pause. Taking a calm breath, Doah closed the approval board and stood up. "It's more like a pre-marital inspection than a matchmaking. The marriage is already confirmed." In the hands of Chief Jeong Hee-won of the Secretary's Office…
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The man drew attention wherever he went. It wasn't because of any peculiar behaviour or outrageous remarks. His natural status as the second son of the Namwon Group, the pitiable yet free-spirited atmosphere it gave off, his tall and handsome appearance akin to that of a movie star, and his relaxed demeanour in dealing with others attracted people like a magnet. Doah rolled down the backseat window halfway. She was quietly watching Nam Sion, who was standing at the centre of the entrance to the event…
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"Miss Sherwood, please come and sit over here." Cecilia approached Shannon, who hesitated at the door of the parlour, and guided her to the table. As Ella had said, a light tea table was set there. On the plate from a brand said to be favoured even by the royal family, there were three or four types of neatly arranged fruits. Accompanied by a teacup with elegant curves and tea food. Cecilia politely began the service by pouring hot water directly from the prepared teapot. "Do you like Earl Grey?" Even…-
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I don't know how I finished tea time and returned to my room. Shannon hugged her trembling body with both arms, trying hard to calm herself down. Killian Grey, he had many labels attached to him. He was the most famous detective in the world and at the same time, the most famous serial killer. He was also the most brutal criminal, who instilled fear in people with his gruesome methods of murder. Moreover, he was the perpetrator of an unsolved case that remained open until the era when Shannon lived.…
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Is the person who sent the letter you? Are you my mother? Why did you send me to an orphanage? You've been living so comfortably all this time, so why did you abandon me? If you didn't abandon me, did you die early? But you have an older brother too! If you didn't abandon me, did a relative abandon me? Why did I have to go to an orphanage without knowing anything? Why did you let me grow up alone in loneliness for so many years? And why are you contacting me now? Why, why, why……! "Does Miss Sherwood…
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I curse you, Killian Gray! Breathing heavily, Shannon plopped down on any railing she could find by the roadside. When the clearly unmarried young lady sat on the railing without even laying down a handkerchief, the passersby began to murmur. However, Shannon was already so used to the whispers directed at her that she didn't pay them any mind. “Haa…” Shannon took a deep breath, trying to calm the rage that had surged to the top of her head. But it wasn't easy. She had just been unfairly…
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