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    But Everett’s earnest words made it difficult to broach the subject of cancetion.


    She wanted to articte her thoughts, but found herself at a loss for words. All she could manage was an awkward smile and a slight tightening of her lips.


    Suddenly, Everett raised Marissa’s hand to his lips and kissed it softly.


    Startled, Marissa instinctively tried to pull her hand away, but Everett’s grip was firm.


    She looked up to find him gazing at her, his smile warm and reassuring.


    He spoke gently, “Marissa, I’ve thoroughly investigated everything that transpired between you and Connor. It wasn’t your fault. I should have been there to protect you. Instead, Connor mistook you for Tiffany and ended up marrying you by mistake.”


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    Marissa hadn’t anticipated him mentioning Connor, and the atmosphere turned slightly awkward.


    Everett continued, “However, we’ve untangled all those issues now. I’m relieved you managed to divorce Connor soon after learning about our engagement. Now, there’s nothing to hinder our marriage.”


    Marissa meant to tell him that her decision to divorce Connor wasn’t influenced by their engagement, but she found herself at a loss for words. She couldn’t exin her rtionship with Connor to Everett as clearly as she wished.


    She realized a more private setting was necessary for such a conversation.


    After a brief silence, she ventured, “Mr. Everett, could we perhaps set aside some time for a detailed discussion?”


    “Absolutely,” Everett responded warmly.


    “I’m your fiancé, after all. You can meet with me whenever you wish or talk to me whenever you feel the need. There’s no need to hesitate. I n to speak with your father about our wedding ns soon. Once you be my wife, the gossip about you will cease.”


    He tenderly patted her hair as if he were already her husband, then continued walking, hand in hand with her.


    Just then, Marissa’s phone rang, providing her the perfect excuse to retrieve her hand.


    “Mr. Everett, I need to check my phone.”


    Everett looked at her, then reluctantly released her hand.


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