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Helen Godwin was nothing more than a tool to annul an engagement.
Someone to be used and discarded.
“Helen.”
Raymond caressed Helen’s cheek. At some point, he had removed his gloves, and her cold skin was warmed by his body heat.
“Do you know something?”
“…What is it?”
“At the pre-festival, they say that a man and a woman standing under a mistletoe branch must kiss.”
His strong hand gently gripped her delicate shoulders and waist, pulling her closer to him.
“I like you, Helen.”
The corners of the man’s lips curled up as he looked down at the woman who trembled from nothing more than a kiss.
The provincial tutor of his younger sibling.
It was amusing to watch her gradually crumble, pretending not to be affected by his easy kindness.
“Love? Is that what you call love?”
“Helen, I…”
“It was all deception, wasn’t it?”
Until their roles were reversed.
