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115- Preparing For Dinner

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“Can you imagine, Kristine?” Zayne asked.

His head tilted, resting against his wife as the couple were staring at the man before them with suspicion and controlled snicker.

“I absolutely cannot.”

Antler stood in the center of the room, arms crossed over his massive chest, “It’s a formal introduction. Not a comedy special. Pipe down.”

They glanced at each other and despite their harshness and tough condition, a genuine laughter broke. The situation was too humorous for them.

“Antler, the man who
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