Huh, now that I think about it, there's even a possibility that he could have been still alive when he was thrown like live bait to the sea.
I shuddered at the thought.
Well, f**k.
What a terrible way to go.
"Well, well, well," Wallace drawled, slinging an arm over my shoulder like a freaking jack-in-the-box, "Look what the tide brought in. So the little saint finally comes to the good ole seaside!"
"Shouldn't you be working?" I muttered, dryly.
"And shouldn't you be getting hitched or something?" he retorted, before looking around, almost a bit incredulous, "Wait. Did you seriously brought future Mrs. Saint out here too?!"
Internally, I groaned.
Seriously, f**k that nickname.
"No, just me," I grumbled, shrugging off his arm.
Like hell I'm bringing in Pearl to see this.
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