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He was the perfect gentleman, everyone said so.

The sort of man mothers hoped their daughters would marry.

Polite, successful, impeccably dressed. And let’s not leave out the fact that he was gorgeous.

The sort of man who held doors open and pulled out chairs.

But the absolute clincher for me was his smile. Oh, and the fact that he knew exactly how much poison to use without leaving a trace.

After all, what girl doesn’t need someone willing to take care of those niggly little problems that occasionally get in the way?