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Chapter 18: The Perfect Husband

作者: Enhui
last update 公開日: 2026-06-04 22:10:31

Claire woke up to the soft sound of running water and the smell of expensive lavender soap.

She blinked, her eyes adjusting to the morning sunlight filling the master bedroom. The space beside her in the bed was empty, but the heavy oak doors to the master bathroom were propped open.

Raphael walked out, rolling up the sleeves of a crisp white button-down shirt. He looked impossibly handsome, his dark hair still a little messy from sleep.

"Morning," he smiled softly, walking over to her side of
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