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Chapter 166: Ever be free of him

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~ Avelyn ~

Why did it suddenly seem like I walked straight into the lion’s den. I knew what he wanted, it was written all over his face. The primal urge and sex appeal was oozing off him like a cologne.

I steadied my breathing. “I’m still recovering,” I said, he didn’t seem convinced.

“You’ve had a week, and more,”

My lips twitched, as if a week was truly enough to recover from him.

“I can see your efforts to not repay me,” he said in amusement while staring at my nightgown. My cheeks flus
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