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Chapter 42 - Dripping wet

Penulis: Zinny Cynthia
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-21 23:25:36

[Zevyn]

"Mr... Mr Steele."

That soft, slightly shaky voice sliced through my thoughts and my throat bobbed once.

I shifted my gaze away from the hallway and toward the woman standing in front of me.

The green-eyed woman who had refused to leave my head.

One of the reasons I had stepped into this place tonight was to do the only thing capable of resetting me back to normal, because no matter how much I tried forcing her out of my thoughts, she remained there.

Stubborn.

Constant.

Like something s
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