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Once Paul was out of sight, she let out a small sigh, feeling a mix of amusement and resignation.
She turned to Everett.
“Mr. Brock, there’s something I need to discuss with you.”
“Sure,” Everett said, smiling warmly.
“But can you stop calling me Mr. Brock? I know this is our first formal meeting, but I’d prefer you just call me Everett.”
Marissa smiled as she met his gaze.
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“Alright, Everett,” she replied confidently.
Everett nodded, clearly pleased.
“There’s something important I think you should know,” Marissa continued, her tone bing more serious.
“People have always assumed that the two children Connor’s been raising are Tiffany’s, fathered by someone else.
They think he took them in just out of respect for Arabe.
But that story isn’t true.
Connor and I are their parents.
The shady organization my father mentioned took our DNA—separately—and created those children without our consent.
These kids didn’te into the world through love, and there was no marriage involved.
But they are ours biologically, and that makes us responsible for them.
So strictly speaking, I’m a divorced woman with two children.
It wouldn’t be fair to stay engaged to you.”
Everett listened, his face calm.
When she finished, he replied without missing a beat, “That doesn’t matter to me.”
Marissa looked at him, surprised.
“Everett, with your position, you could choose someone without theseplications.
People will talk if you’re with me.
They’ll judge you.”
“Let them talk,” Everett said, his voice steady.
“I know the woman I want to marry.
To me, you’re incredible.”
Marissa was silent, his unwavering support leaving her momentarily speechless.
Did he love her that much?
From Marissa’s perspective, Everett seemed gentle and refined, but she could sense a fierce intensity just beneath the surface.
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