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Chapter 16: The 20 year's old infant

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Gwyneth watched helplessly as she was carried away by the green-eyed man. She clutched tightly at his collar, her cheeks burning with embarrassment at being cradled like a toddler. Oddly enough, she did not hate their touch. Given the absurdity of her situation, she should have been hyperventilating, but after the initial shock, she felt strangely adjusted—a state far removed from her usual anxiety.

She looked back and saw a group of giants in elaborate maid dresses and one in a smart butler suit following, gesturing comically at her. She flinched and quickly looked away. She focused instead on the beautiful golden-eyed man, who walked beside them, lightly clutching the arm of the man carrying her.

The two were clearly the masters of this place, evident in their clothing. The golden-eyed man wore sweeping midnight-black velvet. The man carrying her wore a refined navy-blue suit, sharply cut to his muscular form. Their clothes were perfect, detailed, and hinted at power and order.

She
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