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Chapter 63: Warm Chicken Broth

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last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-10-02 23:50:27

Valiente’s POV

My heavy footsteps echoed down the long hallway as I made my way to Marisela’s room.

The groom had told me who instructed him to take Little Red to the barn, and my anger had shot up another level.

I reached her door. I didn’t bother knocking—I didn't need to—I pushed it open.

Marisela stood near the window, looking outside. She turned with a small gasp at the sound of the door opening, and her expression changed when she saw me.

“Valiente.” Her voice was small and innocent. I al
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