Donovan scowled in response. He was not going to spend the rest of his life with a woman he did not love.
Narrowing his eyes, he asked, “Queenie Mill, are you threatening me?”
“I don’t care how you’re interpreting this at all. Are you going to marry me or not?”
The veins on Donovan’s temples popped again as he sneered. “We’ll meet at City Hall.”
So what if Queenie doesn’t want to get a divorce? Once this is over, I have more than enough chances to make Queenie get a divorce with me.
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