Stephen narrowed his eyes when he saw Seraphine arrive. His gaze lingered on her small, delicate face and those clear, expressive eyes. She had grown even more beautiful. The white dress, the long hair tied into a ponytail, and the clean and innocent look made her seem pure and unguarded. Yet, he knew better. A woman like her could look naive on the surface and still possess formidable inner strength."Seraphine, have a seat," he said, gesturing to the chair across from him. Even as he spoke, his eyes followed her every move.The malice in his stare made Seraphine feel sick. She watched him warily. If Stephen made a move, it would be far more disgusting than anything Clifford had ever tried.She sat down across from him. The moment she did, the man beside Stephen stood up, smiling as he took the seat next to her.His looks were unremarkable, his body slightly overweight, but his eyes clung to Seraphine with open greed, as if he wanted to devour her with his gaze."Mr. Johansen,
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