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The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 78

She slapped her hands over her eyes. After a moment of silence, she cautiously parted her fingers and peeked. He was standing there, arms crossed, a playful, mocking look on his face.

Realizing she’d been had, she dropped her hands.

“Don’t you dare joke like that! I—I’m an engaged woman!”

Theodore chuckled. “Engaged?”

Wasn’t he the fiancé?

“What are you laughing at? I am completely faithful to my fiancé. Even if you… even if you have feelings for me, I would never betray him!”

Theodore’s smile widened. The first couple of times they’d met, it was understandable she didn’t know. But for her to still be in the dark now… her powers of observation were seriously lacking.

“You followed me all the way out here. Are you sure I’m the one getting the wrong idea?”

It dawned on her. She backed out of the room, glanced at the sign on the door, and realized she was in the men’s changing room.

“I… I wasn’t paying attention. You could have just told me.”

“And now?”

She wanted to leave, but if she left now, would she ever get her five minutes? This man was slippery. Running off to a remote island right before his project was set to begin was a clear sign he had no intention of giving her that time.

“Ahem. Actually, this place is fine.”

Theodore raised an eyebrow. “Meaning?”

“Let’s talk about the potential partnership between our projects right now. Collaborating with us would actually be more beneficial for you…”

As she spoke, Theodore suddenly moved closer, planting a hand on the locker behind her and leaning in, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

His damp, semi-long hair fell across his forehead, partially obscuring his eyes. Below that was a flawless face, a high-bridged nose, and full, red lips. The sharp line of his jaw led down to a prominent Adam’s apple, then to his collarbones, and finally to a broad, well-defined chest…

“Are you done staring?”

His words snapped her back to reality. She looked up and saw him leaning even closer. She instinctively pressed her hands against his chest to stop him.

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