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Reborn as the Sweetheart of a Paranoid Boss

Langjiu Lishan
"Even in death, you won't escape from me." His voice was terrifying, but his deep blue eyes held affection and obsession. In this second chance at life, Selena Kensington was determined to break free from her past destiny. So, she willingly became the 'wife of a monster.' Rumor had it that the eldest grandson of the Norwood family was ruthless and violent, with countless murders attributed to him. He was said to be obsessively possessive and would go to great lengths to get anything he set his sights on. But Selena Kensington wasn't afraid of him, as she had seen the most terrifying side of him at her own grave. That man had stood by her grave, his eyes filled with emotions she couldn't comprehend as he said, "We were destined to be involved with each other." After her rebirth, at a banquet hosted by the Norwood family, the cold and noble man naturally bent down in front of his wife, gently massaging her slightly swollen heels, indulgently saying, "She's delicate and cares a lot about her appearance."
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