Our Lovey-Dovey Marriage Of Convenience Manhua

Leila's heart raced as she observed Silvester from across the room. His eyes, usually so guarded and distant, now held a glint of something she couldn't quite place. Was it warmth? Fondness? Love? She couldn't be sure, but it sent a wave of emotions crashing over her. As he made his way towards her, Leila's mind raced with conflicting thoughts. Their marriage had been built on a foundation of convenience and necessity, but as she looked at Silvester now, she couldn't deny the undeniable chemistry that crackled between them. Could it be possible that beneath their arrangement, there lay a seed of genuine affection? Silvester's hand reached out to her, his touch sending a jolt through her body. "You're exquisite," he whispered, his voice low and intimate. Leila felt a rush of heat flood her cheeks, her breath catching in her throat. In that moment, surrounded by the masked faces of the party guests, Leila felt a flicker of hope ignite within her. Perhaps their marriage was more than just a transaction. Perhaps, against all odds, they had stumbled upon something real and precious. As they danced in the moonlit ballroom, Leila allowed herself to be swept away by the music and by the man holding her in his arms. And in that fleeting moment of shared vulnerability, she dared to believe that their lovey-dovey marriage of convenience could evolve into something deeper and more profound than either of them had ever imagined.