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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-FOUR: The Guardian in the Shadows

Author: Romance Addict
last update publish date: 2026-11-01 23:31:05

Liam’s POV

The morning sun rises over the Bois de Boulogne, throwing long golden shafts of light across the parquet floor of my suite.

I stand at the tall French windows, a heavy mug of black coffee cooling in my grip. A dull, residual tightness lingers deep in my chest... the stubborn ghost of the pneumonia that nearly took me down in that drafty flat on Rue de Lille.

The doctors at Neuilly told me to rest, to stay in bed and avoid the damp Parisian air. But resting feels like a luxury I trade
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