Cherry’s POV
My destiny f***d with me all the time. Isn’t my destiny fed up with the problem it gives to me? Now another puzzle stands in front of me. The person I met yesterday as a CIA officer, is now standing in front of me as my future husband. I am not mistaken, when I see a face at once that face won’t fade away from my memory.
Is he a CIA or a criminal? Does Michael need to marry me to a CIA officer so that his crimes can be covered by a white cloth?
Dear fate, don’t play s**t with me. I gulped hard without having a clue about what I should take as the next step.
“Drew, I know that you have seen her photo I’ve sent to your uncle, but this is the first time you have seen her alive”, Michael’s voice disturbed my thoughts. Alex was looking at me without any shock or surprise.
