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Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1844
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Cherry knows she has violated the rules of the game, so she paces back and forth in the living room, clutching her phone, as

anxious as an ant on a hot pan, not knowing what to do for a while.

In this state of anxiety, she spent a whole hour alone.

Strange, why hasn't Spencer cback yet?

Cherry looked at the motionless living room door, looked at the darkening night outside the window, and didn't know what he was

thinking.

He went into the live broadcast room and left without saying a word.

But so much thas passed, and he still hasn't cback to hold her accountable.

Cherry started to think optimistically. Since he chose to bring her home... did he ever have a slight thought of marriage in his

mind?

They have been getting along well during this time, so Spencer must like her, right?

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Thinking of this possibility, a glimmer of hope suddenly ignited in Cherry's heart. The thought of one day putting on a wedding

dress for him made her feel wonderful, as if her heart had been filled with honey.

It's been so long since the end of the live broadcast. Could it be that Spencer went out to buy a gift?

As Cherry thought about it, she held onto a glimmer of hope, thinking that maybe she was that special someone after all?

After dinner, Spencer left Emerald Bay by car.

He gripped the steering wheel with one hand, staring ahead into the night, his eyes bursting with a sharp and cold light like that of

an eagle.

He knew exactly what the woman wanted.

When the car entered the villa's courtyard, a car's headlights shone in, startling Cherry, who was sitting on the living room sofa,

causing her to quickly regain her composure.

She suddenly turned her head, her chest tightening, as Spencer returned.

After getting out of the car and slamming the door, he walked inside with a cold face, his eyes emitting a sharp and resolute light.

When he pushed open the living room door, the guilty woman was so shocked that she stood up from the sofa and met the man's

icy, resolute gaze. He returned with empty hands, as if reality had slapped her in the face.

After Spencer cin, the whole room's atmosphere plummeted.

He stared at the woman not far away, even with a look that seemed ready to devour her, she was still so charming and attractive.

"Spencer..." the woman, with a fearful and aggrieved look, called his nin a soft, coquettish tone.

Spencer showed no mercy, his tone devoid of warmth. "Pack your things and get out."

"Spencer, | was wrong..." the girl hurriedly apologized, staring at the man's sharp gaze, biting her lip slightly. "I love you so much, |

really want to marry you... | want to be with you forever."

"You're dreaming," Spencer replied. His eyes softened as he walked to the liquor cabinet, taking out a tall glass and a bottle of red

wine. "Letgive you a piece of advice, never overestimate your position in someone else's heart."

The woman knew he was uncompromising. With watery eyes, she looked at him pitifully and asked, "Spencer, have you ever loved

me?" She couldn't accept it. She had already done so well.

"In bed, yes," was Spencer's response. He was sober, his tone flat, leaving her with only his back.

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The woman felt as if she had been pricked by needles, but she truly loved him.

She was willing to die for him.

Memories flashed before her eyes. He bought her clothes and bags, played games with her, took her to his club to meet his

friends. Wasn't that love? Has any other girl received such treatment in the past?

Cherry really couldn't believe it, and she didn't want to accept it. She had just had a live broadcast at his house, how could she be

out like this?

There was no other way, she had to pack up her things overnight. In the last moment lingering in this house, she felt an immense

reluctance and heartache.

Everything she could take away was just a small suitcase.

Nothing here had anything to do with her.

"Spencer, can | hug you again?" The woman still felt a trace of unwillingness. She wanted to try to entangle him. If she could hold

him again, she would surely act coquettishly in his arms.

"No, you can't," Spencer actively refused. "Hurry up and leave." He was full of disgust for this woman who had broken the rules of

the game.

Who knows how the news will be written tomorrow!