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Chapter 19 The Married Woman

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The laughter, an unexpected intrusion upon the solemnity of the night, danced through the air unrestrained, spilling forth from the open window of the sleek, black car.

Simon’s movements faltered as the sound reached his ears, his gaze instinctively drawn towards the shadowy corner where the vehicle lay concealed beneath the faint glow of dim lights.

There, amidst the murky depths of the night, a figure emerged from the depths of the car. Tall and slender, their silhouette cut a striking contrast against the darkness that enveloped them, a mysterious presence shrouded in intrigue.

The man possessed a complexion of fair porcelain, his face exuding an aura of nobility, His features, delicately chiseled yet imbued with an intense allure, commanded attention. Deep–set eyebrows framed almond–shaped eyes, their languid yet icy gaze piercing through the darkness. A slight smile danced upon his lips, adding to his undeniable charm as his gaze met Cona’s

As the tall figure drew nearer, Simon found himself entranced by the captivating allure of the stranger’s face. His gaze lingered, drawn to the enigmatic intensity that seemed to radiate from every pore.

It was only when the man stood before him that Simon shook himself from his reverie, his voice tinged with a slight uncertainty as he addressed the newcomer. “Clay!”

Standing next to Simon, Oona stood with palpable tension etched upon her features. His abrupt address to the stranger caught her off guard, leaving her bewildered and on edge. What in the hils was happening here? Her mind raced with questions, each one more perplexing than the last.

The stranger’s face brightened with evident delight at Oona’s reaction, a sense of satisfaction washing over him at her visible This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

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After greeting Simon, he turned his attention to Oona, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that stirred a sense of familiarity within her.

A spark of recognition flashed through her eyes as she gazed upon the stranger’s face, memories slowly unraveling in the back of her mind.

It dawned upon Oona with a jolt that she was legally bound in matrimony to a man named Clay, despite their paths never having crossed before.

The reason behind this perplexing arrangement eluded her knowledge. Her memories were obscured by a heavy veil that stirred an unsettling ache in her head whenever she attempted to dig them out.

Pinching the top of her nose in frustration, Oona cast a searching gaze upon the man before her, his captivating smile now appearing more calculated than genuine. It became evident that he had been aware of her true identity even before he approached them.

The realization ignited a flicker of indignation within Oona, her once friendly demeanor turning frosty as she leveled a piercing gaze at Clayton. “Is this some sort of twisted game to you?” she demanded, her voice tinged with a simmering intensity.

Clayton did not mean to lie or play with her feelings. Sensing Oona’s genuine distress, he hastened to bridge the gap between them. Taking a step closer, he offered a reassuring smile, his intentions earnest as he sought to alleviate her concerns. Please don’t be distressed, Oona. You have my permission to retaliate as you see fit,” he offered, his voice calm and soothing

His almond–shaped eyes, imbued with a mysterious depth, held a captivating allure that could ensnare the unwary with their mesmerizing gaze..

Oona’s gaze flickered briefly towards Clayton, acknowledging his attempt at reconciliation, before she redirected her attention to Simon. With a calm resolve, she uttered a simple directive. “Let leave,” she declared, her tone firm as she brushed off Clayton’s offer and strode purposefully away.

In the presence of the enigmatic third son of the Goetz family. Simon found himself enveloped in a cloud of unease, torn between the urge to follow Cona and the lingering presence of Clayton at his side. His gaze flickered uncertainly between the retreating figure of his sister and the composed countenance of Clayton, uncertainty gnawing at his insides.

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Chapter 19 The Married Woman

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With a quick farewell to Clayton, Simon made a hasty decision, opting to pursue Oona. He darted after her with determined strides, his resolve firm as he hastened to catch up with her.

Grabbing a taxi outside the police station proved to be a straightforward task, the city’s bustling streets offering ample opportunities for transportation. Simon quickened his pace, closing the distance between himself and Oona, who had already boarded a waiting taxi.

Breathless from his hurried pursuit, Simon swiftly settled in, slipping into the vehicle alongside his sister.

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Seated beside her brother in the taxi, Oona issued a calm directive to the driver. “Please drop us off at Rosewood Manor, instructed, her tone decisive as she settled back into her seat.

Simon, finally free from the enigmatic presence of Clayton, turned his attention to Oona with a sense of earnest concern. “Oona, did Clay do something bad to you?” he inquired, his gaze sincere as he sought reassurance from his sister.

Giving him a brief glance, she said playfully, “Just call me Oonie from now on!”

Then, she gave a gentle pat on Simon’s head that offered a fleeting moment of warmth, yet her evasion of his inquiries left him feeling unsettled.

It was the third occasion that he had been teased by Oona that day. Upset, he was about to object to it before Oona’s icy eyes stared back into his. He forced a strained smile in response to her playful suggestion.

Then, he bit his lip, a sense of awkwardness washing over him, before obediently complying with her request. “Oonie,” he called out, his voice tinged with resignation

“If you mess up the next skirmish, don’t call me for aid; it’s embarrassing!” Oona shot him a meaningful look.

Simon fired back defensively. “Hey! I wasn’t defeated, and Ryan didn’t obtain any benefits either!”

After the exchange, Simon moved his body to face his sister; his demeanor tinged with solemnity. “Oonic, you’re wedded to someone now. It’s crucial to steer clear of any significant missteps,” he advised earnestly, his tone carrying a weight of responsibility and concern for her well–being.