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Lady Iris slumps her body on the soft mattress and nuzzles her head on a soft pillow. She inhales the scent of her cushion and senses the touch of apples on it.The Lady scorn while inhaling the aroma sticking on the sheets. It's not that she hated it. Instead, she perceives strong protectiveness and security on the pillow.
Her mind travels on different thoughts. Does she start pondering to herself how come the physician's scent doesn't irritate her? Why does she feel the ambiance of belongingness to it?
Is she getting attached to the man? Or she's leaning for support that she has found in him?
She puts a hand on her forehead while puffing out to disrupt her mind. Her vision lock on the ceiling, imagining something. Never did she thought that Archduke Ridge's pleading face would come into the picture in her mind.
Why does the Archduke want to talk to her? Is it that urgent to f
