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Remon shifted his gaze to meet me.

Because it's so difficult to comprehend what's going on, my hand is perspiration-soaked. Why Why does he need to see that in the first place?

"Whoa, are we just going to stand there and stare at Lesley? I'm not sure why you're kissing another man when you have a fiancé, but please explain." As he looked at me with serious eyes, his handkerchief had already crumpled and he was still looking at me with determination.

"He was of assistance to me. I'm on the verge of becoming marape-"

"Is there a pork chop saved that you should kiss right now? What type of lady do you consider yourself to be, Lesley?" What he said to me struck a deep chord with me.

What type of woman do I consider myself to be?

I greeted him with a grin and a handshake.

"Aren't you going to ask whether I'm all right to remonstrate?" I also asked him a serious question while maintaining my composure in the face of his intense gaze.

Everything he says to me pierces my heart; it's all so di