Chapter 4
Frederico Cerkev had found a suitable partner. His nose sniffed the silent air now as he realized he missed the slightly floral smell of Miya’s hair. He hadn’t meant to notice things like that, but the simple soap smell hit him.
And that smile of hers shouldn’t haunt him, either. He had no right to desire his contracted wife.
Linsey had also been no-nonsense about soaps and had hated floral scents, as she’d told him whenever anyone wore the smell. So maybe it was a memory that made him feel this way and not Miya.
Most women were clearly nothing like Linsey, and he’d forgotten that small detail about her … until Miya.
And he’d never ever fall in love again with anyone, including Miya, but maybe noticing smells was a sign that Linsey approved of her, at least a little.
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