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"Being married to you means the world to me. Don't worry about my family, they knew, and they were much eager to protect you. I don't care if my life would be in danger as long as you are safe. My life is not normal without you in it. Ah… what was the last one?" Jacob stopped and rubbed his chin trying to remember J's last word before he interfered.

"Ah! Right!" Jacob's eyes gleamed when he seemed to remember. "I was so glad that your grandfather dragged me into this messy and complicated life of yours. Because if he didn't, I would be forcing myself into your life, even if you don't want to."

"Was I able to answer all your questions, Mrs. Jacob Parker?" Jacob asked, emphasizing how he addresses J as Mrs. Jacob Parker indicating that whoever she is, she would still be his wife.

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At the age of 10, J's parents died in an ambush leaving her in the care of her grandfather who years later sent her away along with her best friend to hide her and her identity from those who would try to kill her after her parents.

20 years later, a lot of things had already happened. Her grandfather died. She is back in the country for good though still hiding her identity. Everything was peaceful until a man came claiming her as his wife.

Since then, her peaceful life flipped upside down. People who want her dead found her but his so-called husband never left her. He was even willing to kill and be killed just to protect her.

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Damien's workroom was a separate room behind their house which Nora was very familiar with as well. When Nora was still blindly in love with him, she would sometimes surprise Damien by visiting him without telling him. If he is not in his boat, Nora would find him in his workroom. They would spend some time there and even share intimate moments in that room.

But as much as Nora felt nostalgic seeing the workroom again after many years, her anger towards the man who was inside was bubbling on the surface.

Nora barged into the room and found Damien cutting a piece of wood on his table. Nora would have drooled at the sight which she always did in the past.

Damien's sleeves were folded up to his elbow so his arm muscles flexed with every movement, were exposed for Nora's eyes to feast. His hair was messy which Nora always finds sexy. His pheromones were mixed with the scent of wood.

If Nora was not angry, she would have swooned.

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