The Tyrant’s Passionate Love

It was previously published in book form by a publishing house.
Brander hurried over and grabbed the woman’s arm, preventing her from leaving the kitchen. He held her back, his face, capable of captivating anyone at first sight, leaning down towards her.
“Peony… you know why we’ve met again, don’t you?”
“…” The woman remained silent, looking up at him. Her sweet lips answered, “It’s a coincidence.”
“My little girl… Peony, do you know something? If it happens once, we call it a coincidence.” He held up one finger, then two. “Two times, it’s fate.”
Pinaruni’s heart raced. She looked at the man with the deep voice, then he added a third finger.
“Three times, it’s destiny.” Brander spoke slowly, a smile playing on his lips. “It’s not a coincidence.”
“…” The woman looked at the man holding up three fingers before averting her gaze. Her heart pounded. He said it was destiny? Did this tall man know the profound meaning of that word when spoken to a woman?

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