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Ice Princess

作者: Oma
last update 公開日: 2026-04-23 22:53:41

The drive back to Valancourt House as the sun began to set was comfortable and filled with the type of easy silence that Celestine had never experienced with anyone before, not even during the early days of her marriage when Kier was still pretending to be a decent husband who cared about her feelings and her thoughts and her existence in his life.

Lysander drove with one hand on the wheel, his posture relaxed, his gray eyes focused on the road ahead. He didn't feel the need to fill the silence
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