NovelEnglishEmmett’s grave recently?”
She knew Emmett’s nwould make Kasie sad. Not wanting to look Kasie in the eye, she Lowered her head, pretending to arrange the flowers.
Sure enough, Kasie cto her senses when she heard Emmett’s name. The expression on her face was back to normal. She secretly pinched herself. ‘Kasie, what were you thinking? He’s Debbie’s husband!’ “N-not yet. I’m thinking going there in the next few days. Why?”
“Do you want scompany? Since I’m here.” Debbie feigned a casual tone. ‘Sorry to bring Emmett up, but I didn’t want to see you hurt, ‘ she thought to herself.
“ALL right. Why not? I need to go hnow,” Kasie told her calmly.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut before she could reach the door, Debbie took her hand.
“Actually,
I’m having dinner with someone Later. Could you stay here and take care of Ivan?”
A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y
Kasie Looked at the man in bed and replied in a relaxed tone, “Sure. He got hurt trying to save my Life. I should take care of him. But you’ve been doing it, since you’re his wife.”
Debbie laughed.
“Quit saying we’re married. He’s like a big brother to me,” she said sincerely. Ivan had been good to her
However, Kasie remembered her Last sentence and took it very seriously.
She started thinking even more.
After Debbie had left the ward, Kasie sat in the chair where Debbie had sat, ignoring the strange warm feeling of sitting where someone else had so recently sat. She put her chin in her hand, and looked at Ivan, whose eyes were closed.
The man was handsome, so was Emmett. He had the sthick eyebrows that Emmett did.
Yes, they were similar in sways, but in other ways they couldn’t be more different. Unlike Emmett, he had grown up rich, so his skin was smoother than Emmett’s.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBlood drained from his lips making them quite pale. Emmett was always curling his Lips.
Emmett had short hair while Ivan had slightly curly longer hair.
Kasie couldn’t help reaching out her hand to slide her fingers across
Ivan’s pale chiseled features.
The memory where he held her tightly before the bullet buried itself in his body cflooding back into her mind.
“Don’t be afraid,” he had told her even after he had been shot.
The beating hadn’t messed with his good looks or his courage to save her and Debbie.
Even his cologne did it for her. No other man ever had a better taste in cologne.
But…this man was her best friend’s husband.
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