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Chapter 78: Taking Charge

مؤلف: Ivy Rose
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‎POV: Charlotte

‎I didn’t tell him what I was going to do.

‎That was deliberate. Telling him would have turned it into a conversation, and a conversation would have given him the opportunity to be reasonable about it, to thank me and tell me it wasn’t necessary, to manage the offer carefully and at a distance that kept it from landing anywhere it could actually change something.

‎So I didn’t tell him.

‎I just got up earlier.

‎The first morning I was in the kitch
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