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Chapter 20 Reunion With Husband

Oona cast a glance at Simon, her eyebrows arching in his direction.

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She still couldn’t quite fathom that she was now a married woman, wedded to someone who could easily pass for Adonis, the famed handsome lover of Aphrodite.

And to add to her astonishment, she hadn’t even reached twenty.

As the taxi pulled up outside Rosewood Manor, Oona ushered Simon out of the car and directed the driver to head to Gustama Court..

A frown creased Oona’s brow once more as the reality of her marriage resurfaced in her mind.

She could only vaguely recollect the previous owner’s marriage, the memory hovering on the fringes of her consciousness like a distant echo, yet remaining frustratingly elusive in its details.

It appeared that the original owner harbored a reluctance to delve into that particular memory as if a part of her resisted its recollection altogether.

The taxi came to a halt at the entrance of Custama Court. Oona settled the fare and stepped out of the vehicle, striding towards the villa with purpose.

As she entered, a subtle change in the atmosphere caught her attention, causing her to narrow her eyes suspiciously. “Who’s there?” she called out, her voice echoing faintly through the grand hall.

As the words left her lips, Oona’s fist met the unknown presence with a resounding impact, the force of her punch stirring up gusts of wind that brushed against her face.

In the dimness, the two figures briefly collided, and just as Oona contemplated a retreat, she found herself already ensnared by the stranger’s reach.

In the next instant, a chilling aura emanating from a man covered her entirely,

Moonlight filtered through the villa’s French windows, bestowing a gentle glow upon their silhouettes. Oona lifted her gaze slightly, locking eyes with a pair of almond–shaped orbs that seemed to twinkle with amusement.

Those languid and playful almond–shaped eyes held an irresistible allure, their charm heightened by the enveloping

darkness

“That eager to fall into my embrace, are you?” The voice, sultry and alluring, caressed Oona’s ears, leaving little doubt as to its owner’s identity.

With a steely gaze, she issued her command, “Get off me!”

Clayton regarded the figure in his grasp with a cool expression, then allowed a smirk to play across his features. His eyebrows lifted slightly as he teased, “Be a good girl, will you? Address me by my name, and I may consider releasing you.”

Oona couldn’t help but let out a sneer, a glint of icy cruelty flashing across her striking features. “Ha,” she scoffed, “and what, pray tell, do I stand to gain by obeying your demands?”

Clayton’s almond–shaped eyes glimmered with intrigue, their allure so potent that even a woman would fall back in jealousy over his devastatingly handsome countenance.

“That’s for you to find out. A playfully wicked grin curled his lips, tinged with the reckless arrogance of a seasoned playboy. goading her on.

Oona shot him a frigid glance, and then, in the next heartbeat, she wrenched herself free from his grasp and was about to deliver a fierce punch to his jaw.

Clayton possessed a face that could have been lifted from a sculptured masterpiece, radiating an undeniable aura of conceit. But to Coma, none of that mattered.

His almond–shaped eyes brimmed with affection as he observed Oona effortlessly sidestepping each of her assaults with

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grace.

Oona lowered her eyebrows in determination. In the blink of an eye, her hand was caught in his grasp, yet her leg swiftly aimed a retaliatory strike towards Clayton.

Her movements were fierce, exacting, and fast,

In the shadows, the two figures engaged in a flurry of exchanges, but soon enough, Clayton had decisively subdued Oona. firmly pinning her to the ground.

“Release me at once! Oona’s entire body surged with hostility.

Her body was not as honed as it once was because she was reincarnated in another person’s body. Nonetheless, her skills were nothing to scoff at and remained formidable.

However, the man’s prowess instilled in her a faint sense of unease, a hint of threat lingering in his capabilities.

“Say my name.” Clayton quirked an eyebrow, the affectionate twinkle in his almond–shaped eyes still dancing with teasing playfulness.

In the next heartbeat, the amusement in Clayton’s gaze dimmed slightly as he locked eyes with the girl pinned underneath

him.

A sharp dagger gleamed in the girl’s hand, its point directed towards Clayton’s abdomen, her eyes smirking with a bloodthirsty gleam.

“Do you still insist on being addressed by your name?” Oona’s voice dripped with disdain.

In Clayton’s cold, aloof almond–shaped eyes, a glimmer of amusement sparked to life again, transforming his countenance into one of luxurious nobility, his grin wickedly enticing.

“Well then, how about addressing me as darling?” he countered, his tone laced with playful seduction.