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"If you are so worried about my fate, I will marry the first man I meet!" Emily hung up and muted the phone. The conversation with her grandmother was over. She turned around and bumped into the man behind her. "I agree!" the stranger declared with a joyous smile. "What do you agree to?" she did not understand. “What do you mean, what? If I understood everything correctly, you just promised your grandma that you would marry the first person you meet. And, I guess, that first person you meet happens to be me. So I agree. We can set a date. Although... why do we need a date? I agree to get married right now!" ... ... ... Novel Status: Volume 1 - COMPLETED ... Emily Hayes is tired of her grandmother's endless attempts to find a husband for the girl. The last conversation with a persistent relative ended with Emily threatening to marry the first person she meets. But what should she do if that very “first comer” heard everything and now demands fulfillment of the promise? And if at the first meeting she refused him, then at the second it became much more difficult to do this. ... ... ... "Are you upset, Miss Hayes?” asked the man. “Oh, no. I just haven’t been feeling well lately.” “Did something happen at work? Is anybody offending you?” Evans' gaze became serious. Emily tried to hide her smirk. She lifted her head and looked at the boss with the most innocent eyes, “Mr. Evans, you can congratulate me. I happen to be pregnant!” The man choked on his drink and immediately changed his face. The temperature around him dropped by several degrees. “And who is the lucky father, Miss Hayes?” he asked, pressing his palm into fist, “Did your grandmother finally trapped you, and Kevin got his chance?” Emily’s inner dragon purred with satisfaction. She took her sweet time before answering, “You.” My other work on Webnovel: - Fragments of Time [FREE/COMPLETED]

Anya_Nesh · Urban
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134 Chs

A New Day.

Emily opened her eyes but didn't immediately get out of bed. Instead, she stayed in bed and kept looking at the sleeping Justin for some time. She usually had a sound sleep and woke up when a man kissed her and stroked her body. This awakening worked much better than any alarm clock.

But now she saw him sleeping for the first time. The girl tried not to move, afraid to frighten off his sensitive sleep, but Justin seemed to have fallen asleep so deeply that he probably would not feel anything even if she started molesting him.

She kissed him on the cheek, gently moved his hand, which was thrown on top of her, aside, and climbed out of bed.

The sun had just shown its first rays when she went out onto the balcony and looked at the sleeping city.

It felt strange. She was never an early riser; only coffee from her favorite cafe motivated her to get up early because until nine in the morning it was on sale with a fifty percent discount.