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“Diana! Diana!” Alex snapped his fingers, jolting Diana from what she remembered.

“What are you thinking about?” He inquired, causing Diana to fake a chuckle so that he would not get worried about her.

“Nothing,” Diana replied, before she wrapped her arm around his elbow affectionately, while the car moved swiftly.

“I thought I was going to die after getting shot, but look at me! I'm hale and healthy sitting next to my handsome husband,” she mumbled, snuggling up to Alex as she pecked his cheek.

Receiving a peck from her as their surroundings fell silent, Alex inquired, “Are you thinking about those gossips?”

“No,” Diana replied quickly, almost too quickly, causing Alex to realize that she was lying.

Gently, he took her chin in his hand and muttered, “Whatever those nurses said is false. You are not a bad luck or a witch. Immediately you stepped into the villa, you helped Dad to recover and you changed my personality.”

“You loved me even though I pretended to be a poor, miserable imp
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