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Chapter 191 Bianca Plays Mind Games

Auteur: S.K.Taylor
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By dawn the next day, Bianca had made up her mind. She was unsure about Roxanne’s whereabouts; the young woman might still be in the Delano mansion for all Bianca knew, and she did not want to call Roxanne directly.

The thought of accidentally having the gruff, terrifying Mafia Don answer the call, highly unlikely as it was, put her off.

What kind of mood could Roxanne be in, wondered Bianca as she paced, her infant on her shoulder as she tried to help the baby bring up a burp.

But one thing was certain: a little bit of plain speaking would not hurt.

It was barely dawn, and she had crept out of bed, nuzzling O’Grady, who had tried to sit up bleary-eyed, as he sleepily offered to assist her with Cian.

“Go back to sleep, Irish,” she had said fondly, and Bianca watched affectionately as with his black head tousled, his jaw dark with stubble, O’Grady had grunted and fallen back onto the bed to resume snoring.

Bianca had crept into the large room beside the bedroom, where she sat and fed
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