Marry My Ex's Sworn Enemy

Chapter 45: I Seem to Have Married a Billionaire

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Exiting the subway, Henry carried the basket of vegetables in one hand and held Sonya's hand in the other.

"Let's go back home tomorrow and bring my grandmother and your aunt and uncle to New York," Henry said.

Sonya nodded. Their wedding was a week away, and their families hadn't met yet.

"And your parents, I should pay my respects."

Sonya snuggled into Henry's arm. Marrying the right person meant he cared about her concerns, thinking ahead of her.

Back at the villa, Henry gave the vegetables to the security guard. They were going home for a couple of days, and the greens wouldn't last.

Back inside, Henry felt queasy, so Sonya made him some soothing hangover soup. As she carried it upstairs, he was showering. A loud knocking came at the door.

She put the soup down and went to the window. It was Julian Jennings.

"Open up! Sonya, open the door!"

Drunk, he was leaning against the door, barely standing.

Sonya frowned. Across the way, Seraphina, in her pajamas, opened her door. Seeing Julian Jennings at

at Sonya's door, not his own, she slammed it shut, locking it.

It was late autumn; the nights were growing cold.

Julian Jennings, unable to open the door, slid to the ground, lying at her doorstep.

"I think I heard knocking," Henry emerged from the shower.

"It's Julian Jennings," Sonya pointed.

Henry went to the window, peering out. He sneered, "All these years, and he still hasn't over it."

Sonya chuckled, then remembered something.

gotten

haven't told you about me and

at her lip. She widened her eyes, confused, but Henry possessively

now on, 'we' only refers to you and me. He's not even

smiled, kissing Henry's chin. "My story with

shook his head.

the eye,

Henry kissed her."Good."

was laid on the bed, she remembered the soup, pushing Henry to drink it. He gulped it down, then eagerly returned.

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middle of the night, her back

"What's wrong?" Henry asked.

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sips, she cleared her head, realizing Henry was holding her close, gazing

her head, wrapping her arms around his neck, lazily snuggling into him. They hadn't dated, yet it felt like they'd been together for years. The familiarity, the dependence, the

morning, Sonya woke

Jennings was sitting up. His hair was messy, his clothes covered in dirt. He shivered from the cold night, then looked

breakfast, Sonya got dressed while

Don't cut across the grain; cut with it. And when

Henry was instructing the

was attentive,

I cook for myself,

"How old are you?"

"Sixty-five."

"Children?"

on cooking tender beer.

has a granddaughter.

Henry took

"This is my wife."

""Ms. Ella... nice... nice."

seemed surprised. Sonya had lived in the building for eight

your

nodded. "We're

curious, it's

"It's alright."

thought. She wondered how many cars he owned. Luke

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villa was the best in SeaCloud Villas, and he'd recently bought an