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CHAPTER 45: WINTER ROSE
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18.12.2025 00:01:44EMBER'S POV
"That sounds like a terrible investment.""The best ones usually do.""And if I told him you bribed your way into this?""He'd probably challenge me to a duel. Very dramatic. Lots of growling." Rafael glances back at me, amused. "Would you like to watch? I hear modern women love that."I shouldn't smile. I definitely shouldn't smile.My lips twitch anyway."There it is." His voice softens. "You should do that more often."
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