Be Safe, My Love

***Chapter 117: Be Safe, My Love***

***Victor***

There’s something seriously wrong with this guy.

I don’t care what mask he tries to wear, what polite act he now puts on, what harmless little smiles he casually throws in Hazel’s direction — I can see it. Smell it. Feel it.

He’s hiding something. I mean, of course he is. Any man who agrees to a grand scheme of staging a wedding is not to be trusted