Chapter 49
Author: Sunshine
last update2024-10-13 18:46:21

Lyra, standing beside Chris, suddenly chimed in, "Chris, your wedding is tomorrow. Maybe try not to ogle every woman who crosses your path?"

Chris frowned, shooting her an annoyed glance. "Since when is being nice a crime?"

"Nice? There's a fine line between being nice and being a creep," Lyra retorted, firmly siding with Sophia.

"Fine," Chris muttered, knowing his little trick wasn't working. He turned back to Jasmine.

"Gorgeous," he called out, flashing a grin. "How about you join us? That ma
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