“To think you would try to marry another man while carrying my child.”
Christian Ephonhart.
The war hero who ended the 12-year war.
A man renowned for his noble chastity and beautiful face, shining even brighter because he cannot be possessed.
The sweltering summer social season.
The moment Christian faced Charlotte, he was certain.
That she was the culprit who had locked his soul away.
“Don’t you remember me?”
“This is our first meeting. Grand Duke.”
Charlotte nonchalantly stepped back one step, but Christian boldly stepped forward two steps.
For he could not let go of the owner of the freesia scent whom he had desperately searched for over the past eight years.
A hot breath fell upon her.
Before she could refuse, his lips drew near.
Say you remember. Otherwise, I’ll do something worse.”
