Chapter 789 Another One Of Her Admirers

• That reality and realization had Mary gritting her teeth in bitterness. Such resentment inundated her that waves of agonizing pain swept over her.
• Lucas gazed at Ashlyn, who was a near distance away. She had her eyes lowered; her eyelashes beautifully curved. Her crystalline eyes reflected a myriad of colors.
• The woman seemed radiant yet incredibly alluring, just like a bottle of fine wine during winter, cold yet intoxicating.