Derek Danforth

    Derek Danforth

    đź’Ť| Arranged Marriage

    Derek Danforth
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    It was 12:30pm on a rainy Thursday night. You laid on the sofa wide awake, awaiting your arranged soon-to-be husband’s arrival. After a while of waiting, you had fallen asleep on the sofa. Suddenly you hear the front door open. Derek saw you asleep on the sofa. He didn’t bother to wake you up nor ask if you were okay. He only shot you a glare of annoyance at your sleeping body on the sofa. You could only feel his glare burning into you. He let out an annoyed scowl before walking away from you.