Chapter 393 Mr Thorne Is Way Too Good at This

Tessa was so moved by Landon’s words, she couldn’t even speak.

Every step he took was for her; even the future–he had already thought it through for her. Everything he did was always to give her a safety net, never to become a shackle.

She couldn’t help but tilt her head up and place a kiss on his perfectly sculpted jawline.

“Mr. Thorne, why are you so good to me?” she asked, overwhelmed to the point where she didn’t even know how she could ever repay him.

“Of course I’m good to you. There are so many people who like you; if I don’t treat you right, what if you run off with someone else?”

Even though he was confident he was the one most suited for her, he couldn’t help but feel uneasy seeing all those suitors around her; there was always a sense of urgency.

“Remember this–now and always, you’re mine. You’re mine and mine alone.” That was Landon’s obsession, one that nothing could change.

Those words suddenly reminded Tessa of Song Sinian–he’d made a similar declaration of possession, but when it came from him, it had felt like chains. When it came from Landon, it was like moonlight melting gently over her.

in his arms, smiling as she

was willing to

the cold wind in Navoris swept through Times Square, flinging snow like pellets through the air, but it couldn’t douse the blazing

given her, perfectly paired with the cashmere hat Walter had knit by

gaze lifted to the towering crystal ball at the center

more minute!” someone shouted; like a rising tide, the countdown surged forward

up at the flickering digits on the screen and was suddenly flooded with the memory of the first time he brought Tessa to a

stained with stolen strawberry jam.

shunned by the rest of the Sinclair family. Only he had been willing to take time out of his schedule to bring her

but had become the backbone of the Sinclair family. Those short–sighted fools from back then had all come to regret it. Tessie will only

wiped the corner of his eye, but Tessa

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Mr Thorne Is Way Too Good at

out a handkerchief embroidered with a wolf–he crest. “You

rascal… anyone listening would think you

back of her hand, then suddenly pointed at the

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