'Seven days?' Aurora's eyes widened.
She'd agreed to marry him—it felt like the only way to repay him for saving her life.
But seven days were so fast and rushed.
Vincent caught the flash of panic in her eyes.
He leaned in, that smirk playing on his lips again. "What's wrong? Having second thoughts? Ms. Shaw, you aren't the type to go back on your word, are you?"
His tone was light, but his eyes weren't. They were sharp, watching her, warning her.
Aurora sucked in a breath. Her nails dug into her palms.
A few seconds passed. Then she looked up and met his gaze.
Her voice came out steady—mostly, just a tiny shake. "Fine. Seven days. I'll be there."
Seven days later, inside the top-floor conference room at Palmer Group, the atmosphere was frozen solid.
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