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CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
ZOEY
His anger was palpable, simmering beneath the surface like a tightly coiled spring. Despite his fury, he struggled to keep it in check, revealing a hint of restraint in his behaviour.
I had meant what I said earlier – I didn't wish harm upon him. Sure, he was ruthless, but I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to his story. I was aware of his ongoing feud with whoever was named Mikhail, though the details remained unclear.
"You're driving me crazy," Alexei muttered beside me.
I looked at him, realizing only then that my hand was absentmindedly stroking his arm. Damn it. I quickly withdrew, letting out a curse under my breath.
"Take care of yourself," I advised, standing up to create some distance.
Suddenly, he seized my hands and pulled me back onto his lap, catching me off guard.
"What are you doing?" I glared at
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