Chapter 397

Scores of people were gathered outside the Stuarts' charity ball even before the main event; there were countless scores of journalists, fans, spectators, and security personnel.

It was a grand sight that could beat any celebrity gala.

Soon, a black Rolls Roys stopped at the edge of the red carpet. Inside, Patrick was watching Cordy, who sat beside him.

He was with her as she got changed after they left the hospital, and she was breathtaking in that emerald gown-no man could resist staring.

And yet, Patrick wasn't any man-he showed focus, and remained respectfully distant with Cordy.

"Shall we?" he asked.

Cordy pursed her lips, a little emotional.

every trick in her book in doing so, even

had no idea how he would react when he

she said confidently, looking up at

her black eyes; they

Cordy asked,

his senses, and flashed a

shotgun alighted and walked over to his door, opening

in his upright gait as he

the other side, opening the door and offering a hand like a

hand was gently placed upon his; everyone present held their

have brought to the

counterpart in the other Stuart family branch-never married, paparazzis had managed to take photos of James's private rendezvous with several

other hand, Patrick steered clear

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