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CHAPTER 87: Marshall Pushes

作者: Pearl's pen
last update publish date: 2026-08-24 21:54:29

Jasmine’s POV

I took Marc back to the old house to spend the afternoon with Zea.

Since the move into Tristan’s penthouse, ordinary time with her had become rare. The rooms still smelled like the life we had built before everything tightened—laundry soap, the faint crayon scent from Marc’s drawings, the particular quiet of a place that had held us through worse years. Marc ran straight to Zea and wrapped his arms around her waist. She laughed and lifted him off the ground the way she always d
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