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Chapter 51: Do Not Approach My Son

作者: ChupiCha
last update publish date: 2026-06-23 11:27:38

(Keyla POV)

The break between the service and reception lasted fifteen minutes. Apparently that was all the time Draxler needed to find me. The fifteen minutes when the family dispersed to compose themselves and the guests drifted toward the tea and the awkward condolences, and I'd stepped away from Nora and Leo for exactly the length of time it took to find a bathroom and check that my face still looked like a face.

Coming back, he was there.

He'd chosen his position carefully. Close enoug
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