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CHAPTER SIXTY EIGHT: The Unfinished Line

Author: Romance Addict
last update publish date: 2026-09-08 21:50:48
Emma’s POV

The double doors of my office swing open before Noémie can finish announcing them.

Arthur Carson steps across the threshold with the heavy, deliberate tread of a man who has spent nearly four decades walking into rooms he commands. He wears a double-breasted charcoal coat cut from heavy English wool, his silver hair brushed back from his temples, his face a pale mask of absolute authority. At sixty-eight, he still carries the physical density of the young athlete he once was, though t
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