Page 34 of The Hollywood Billionaire's Fangirl Wife

"How can you be so ridiculously cute?"

"Say that again," he threatened, "and you'll see just howcuteI can be."

"I'm sorry." And she was, truly, but...

It was just so, so cute, you know?

All this time she had been worried about being five years older than Guy while he was apparently just as worried about being five yearsyounger.Like, how—

"Wouch!"

Guy was suddenly pinching her cheeks.

"I can practically hear you calling me cute in your mind, sweetheart."

Uh oh.

"And I warned you, didn't I?"

She tried to escape, but Guy already had her where he wanted her—

"Which reminds me..."

Jilly found herself flat on her back on the dining table in a blink.

Oh no.

"I haven't had breakfast yet..."

Chapter Twelve

Jilly:Could you check on Jack for me?

Star:Sure. Is everything okay?

Jilly:Just worried about him.

HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?

Jilly stood in front of the full-length mirror, her inner fangirl absolutely dying because there was still a part of her that just couldn't believe—

How, really?

How was it possible that she was dressed in Guy's shirt?

Guy as in...her Guy.

As intheGuy...

Who was, by the grace of God alone, her husband.

Husband!

The thought had her jumping up and down with internal squeals...

“Is this a private celebration or can I join in?”

Jilly's heart skipped a beat (or two) as his reflection popped up, with her husband of seven days leaning against the doorway of their en-suite, and looking breathtakingly handsome and perfectly immaculate in his white V-necked shirt and slacks.

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