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Will You Marry Me, My Ex-Wife? novel Chapter 2834

Saigen City had a windy winter. The winds would stir the snowflakes and blow on their faces. It made them feel even colder.

Denise, thinking she heard wrongly, looked up at Sean with eyes that looked lost.

The snowflakes blew on her face and made her skin tingle. The coldness, however, helped her regain some senses for her blurred mind.

She stuttered, "Y—You…"

"I said…" Sean took a deep breath and looked at Denise with his deep, dark eyes. "If you really need to find someone to sleep with tonight, why not me? I'm a man too. Compared to those men in the slums, I'm cleaner as well."

Denise bit her lip as her gaze became muddled. At that moment, she did not know how to face Sean. She knew it better than anyone else Sean was saying this to help her, but…this felt like an insult, too.

It was as though she was a dirty woman who would sleep with anyone.

The complex feeling only lingered in her heart for a short while before she laughed bitterly. To be frank, she did not blame Sean for saying that. There was no difference between her and women who would sleep with any man.

Ever since she started to plot against Thomas, she should have known she would end up with this consequence. The malice she brought onto herself was the hardest to bear. She could have chosen to live a life that was dignified and honorable. Instead, she allowed herself to be in this situation after being instigated and induced by other people.

She looked at Sean. "Alright. Since we've known each other, I'll even spend more time with you."

Regardless of what, she was about to humiliate and insult herself. There was no difference, so she might as well start with Sean. She would at least have a relatively good time with him today.

Moreover, Sean was right too. He was cleaner and more handsome compared to the men from the slums. If Denise had not gone through what she did, she might have fallen in love at first sight with him.

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