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The Smile They Believe

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Gwen's POV

The car door closed with a soft, expensive thud.

Julian settled into the driver’s side beside the hired security detail, Dr. Weston took the seat across from me, her posture relaxed and satisfied.

The spa had done its job, for them. I leaned back, letting my head rest against the cool leather, my lashes lowered, and my body arranged in the posture of pleasant exhaustion. A woman who had been cared for.

Julian glanced at me through the rearview mirror. “You did really well today.” I
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