ter

f the house, he was greet

re you off to so ear

," Alex gr

warm personality, which made it easy for people to approach her. With black, shiny, wavy hairs just below her shoulder, fair skin, and an ample bosom, she was only about a head shorter than Alex. Margaret was

the beds of rich men, but no one knows for sure. But despite the rumours, the number of suitors waiting for her at her doorsteps never

lip dress, it looks like she jus

sounded a bit tipsy, "Miss Cole sounds so distant and makes me feel like an old l

th her will only invite more trouble for him from her suitors. Moreover, he knew that Marga

her finger between his thumb and index finger and gently pulled it away from his face as if it was

laced her other hand on his chest and began ca

osed, and he was trying his b

meal, won't you?" Margaret asked. Her hand wa

out. He was blushing all over, and it was getting har

ation in the lead, but in front of this woman, he felt helpless. Though he was enjoying the touch of those soft hands, he was not able to endure the humiliation anymore. Alex leaned backwards, g

help but feel proud of herself. Giving Alex one last look,

finally stooped when he saw a cab coming his way. Drenched in sweat and panting heavily, he stopped the cab

ar. His parents told him that he appeared in front of Martha's car out of nowhere, and they got into an accident. Martha admitted him to the hospital, where he was unconscious for more than a week, battling between life and death. When Alex woke

and they were in no way pleasant. Initially, they were once in a fortnight experience, but lately, these nightmares are becoming more and more frequent. This made him wonder if this was some sort of sign that he was going to regai

he family, his brother, the real son of the Rutherfords. His brother never showed any animosity or hatred towards him. From the beginning, he was more than happy to accommodate Alex to the family. Alex was the one most dejected when

se thoughts, the taxi slowly drov

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