Marcel pulled Angelica’s hand just as they accidentally kissed.
“Let her go, you scoundrel! You already have a wife, and yet you dare treat my fiancée this way?” Marcel pushed Morgan.
“Don’t be rough! Besides, you and Angelica have no relationship at all. Why are you angry when she is close to another man?” Morgan retorted.
“Ask Angelica who I am.”
“Angelica, are you close to Mr Marcel? Who is he to you?” Morgan asked.
“You don’t need to know my relationship with Marcel. Just mind your own wife, and what just happened was purely accidental. Marcel, let’s go home, and I will never meet this man again.” Angelica took Marcel’s hand and walked straight towards her car.
Morgan could not believe it. Angelica, the woman who looked like Alice, turned out to be very close to Marcel—the future
