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Debts Paid in Full

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last update 게시일: 2026-03-01 20:37:50

[Sarah’s POV]

“It’s the alcohol, Sarah. We’re both high on the win. You’ll regret this in the morning.”

That had been Norman’s excuse when he had tucked me into bed, and retreated to the adjoining room where Dex was sleeping. He hadn't just rejected the moment; he had fled from it.

Now, as I applied a sharp, mahogany lip stick, I wondered if I was a fool. Was I misreading his protection for affection? Was the Hale Vineyard Queen just a lonely woman projecting her needs onto the only man who had
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