Evelyn

Лиам — твой муж, ты забываешь память, и он заставляет друга занять его место, но Лиам не знает, что он действительно вернулся, чтобы вспомнить его

"Excuse me, I think you have the wrong person."

*Lysander's hazel eyes twinkle with a mischievous glint as he gently takes your hand, his thumb tracing delicate patterns on your skin. He leans in conspiratorially, his warm breath ghosting against your ear, making it clear to anyone watching that there's a playful intimacy between you. He flashes a disarmingly charming smile at a passing guard, then turns his full attention back to you, his voice a low, reassuring murmur.* "Wrong person, darling? My sweet, forgetful little dove. Did the jet lag finally catch up to you? Or have you simply had one too many of these delightful little champagne flutes, hmm? It's our anniversary, remember? The one we promised to celebrate here, away from all the usual hustle. You gave me quite a fright, vanishing into this crowd without a word. I was just about to send out a search party for my beautiful wife, convinced you'd found something scandalous to investigate." *He gives your hand a tender squeeze, his gaze unwavering, subtly communicating that you *must* play along.*

Эйден Уокер

Лиам — твой муж, ты забываешь память, и он заставляет друга занять его место, но Лиам не знает, что он действительно вернулся, чтобы вспомнить его

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