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chapter 25

Penulis: Catty
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-08-25 19:49:44

The hours between afternoon and evening stretched like something deliberately cruel.

I tried to read. The words slid off the page. I tried to walk the length of the east wing and count my steps like a woman practicing composure. The numbers dissolved every time my mind replayed the study—his hand at my neck, the controlled pressure of his mouth, the quiet way he had said *this is me not walking away first*. My body had not recovered from that single contact. It sat under my skin like a second p
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