The Bound Between Us

Chapter 263

Customer always came first. If online dating sites wanted to make a buck, they got to keep their customers happy. Soon enough, the dating site sent Mr. Alstrom the details, with a photo attached even, and gave him a call, “Mr. Alstrom, you’ve really got an eye for beauty. She’s a total knockout. If you’re really interested, I can check in with her again. I’ve sent the details over.”

“Alright, I’ll take a look.” Harmon said, hanging up the phone. He opened up the profile the dating site had sent over. Last time, he’d only heard the basics about his match, but hadn’t seen a picture yet.

This time, the dating site went the extra mile to keep Harmon as a customer, even sent a photograph. The person handling Harmon’s case had changed, and some specifics had gotten lost in translation, but they sent him the profile and photo as requested.

Harmon sat down on a bench by the roadside, opened the file, and felt a jolt of happiness when he saw his match’s basic info. Her name was the same as Anastasia’s. He scrolled down to the introductions, and finally, the photo.

When he saw the photo, Harmon was floored. The woman in the photo was Anastasia. Not only was her name the same, but she looked exactly the same too. It was the Anastasia he’d met at the office.

dating site to confirm. Turns out, the woman who’d

was sweet on. The woman in his

had been set up with, had been Harmon all along. She had simply mistaken him for someone else, and since some basic info had matched up,

an idiot for a while, then suddenly, a thought struck him. Anastasia was married. Why was a married woman on a dating site? Could Anastasia, beneath her sweet exterior, be just like

and soon enough, he was lumping

thoughts. Nor did she know that the dating site still had her

the main gate of their residential area, and as she walked in, she tried calling Herman. He didn’t pick up, so she assumed he was busy.

and when she got out, her phone buzzed. Assuming it was a message from Herman, she hurriedly took out her phone. It was a message from a

Anastasia could ask who they were,

was cozied up with a stunner, looking like they were about to kiss. A cold chill spread through Anastasia’s body as she looked at the photos, each one showing a high level of intimacy. In one of them, Herman was lying on a bed, half undressed, with a woman taking a