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42: Family dinner

Penulis: nayaa
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2025-10-25 23:59:28

Zara's POV

My heart thundered inside my chest so fiercely that that was all I could her, not the music pulsating in the car and not the cooing of Isaac's voice.

"Babe!"

My head snapped up to find his beautiful face, creased with worry, staring into my face.

I managed a smile. "Sorry."

My gaze flicked to the window, we were here already. The cozy looking bungalow loomed in the distance.

I took a deep breath.

"She's gonna love you,just like I love you," he cooed beside me, cupping my chin, "h
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