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CHAPTER 172: Why It Hurt More

Author: Lady Sheldon
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2025-08-19 19:28:07

Ethan chuckled, that deep rumble in his chest making me both irritated and flustered at the same time.

“Pancakes?” he repeated, eyebrows raising like I’d just told him I wanted diamonds for breakfast. “Sweetheart, this isn’t the cabin kitchen. There’s no flour, no milk, and definitely no maple syrup lying around here.”

I tried to pout but ended up laughing a little despite myself. “So what? You’re saying Knoxl doesn’t do breakfast food? What kind of hell is this?”

He smirked, leaning agains
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