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Chapter 35: Lucky Charm
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2024-06-23 08:00:58As we walked, I couldn't help but scan the crowd anxiously, searching for Regan amongst the throngs of family members. But he was nowhere to be seen, something I probably should have expected. Outside, a fleet of jeeps lined the driveway which was also filled with excited chatter.
"Why don't you ride with us?" my mother-in-law suggested, ushering me towards the jeep where her husband stood waiting.
“Yeah, you can come with us.”
I nodded, my smile a little strained as I continued to search for Regan. “O-okay”
Just as I was about to climb into the passenger seat, a hand clamped down on my arm.
"She's coming with me, Mom," a voice spoke from behind me.
I turned, my breath catching in my throat at the sight of Regan. He looked effortlessly handsome, clad in a crisp white button-down shirt that clung to his broad frame, the sleeves casually rolled up to reveal toned forearms. His strong jawline and high cheekbones gave his face
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