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The Cut on His Forehead

Auteur: Von Hsuu
last update Date de publication: 2026-02-04 13:00:09

Angela's POV

"I panicked,” I said. “You showed up in the middle of the night, you looked like a burglar.”

He raised an eyebrow, his gaze sharp.

“A burglar?” His voice dropped, heavy with sarcasm. “This house has three layers of security. You really think someone could get through all that without setting off an alarm?”

I clenched my jaw, heat creeping up my neck.

“Fine… maybe I overreacted. I’m sorry.&
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