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Chapter 9: Terms and Conditions

作者: Jane Above Story
last update 公開日: 2026-04-30 10:42:03

Sylvia's POV

Azrael's question hung in the silence between us.

When we need to put on a show for the public — will you kiss me the same way?

My cheeks burned. The answer should have been simple. He was my business partner. My contracted future husband. A tool for revenge, nothing more.

But the image surfaced before I could stop it. His thumb tilting my chin in that VIP room. The heat of his palm on my waist. The way his cologne had clung to my dress for hours afterward.

If it was him...

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