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Chapter Eighty-Six : Jealous Husband

Author: Nathy Fiverr
last update publish date: 2026-06-15 04:22:17

Dinner was a performance.

That was the only word for it. Two people seated across a table, passing dishes, pouring water, existing in the same room with the practiced ease of people who had done this many times except that tonight something sat between them that neither of them named, a presence as real as a third person at the table, eating all the food and saying nothing.

Lorenzo was courteous.

That was the worst part.

Not cold in the obvious way, not clipped or short or visibly withdrawn. He
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    Her breath hitched. "I wasn't....." He cut her off by placing a finger on her lips. She quivered, suddenly running out of breath. Lorenzo’s grip softened, but his hands stayed warm against her waist. “Cara,” his voice dropped, deep and deliberate, “next time Leila so much as breathes wrong

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