She had just committed a theft, done something she felt guilty about; how could her hands not be cold?She smiled weakly, "Ever since I got pregnant, my hands and feet have always been cold."Morgan Byron wrapped his hands around hers and even breathed on them, "I'll turn up the heat a bit.""No need, I'm not cold, just my hands," she said anxiously, wanting only to escape."Drink some soup, then I'll head back.""Let's drink it together!" Morgan Byron held her back, "After we finish the soup, I'll have The Driver take you back to the hospital."Juliet Wagner didn't refuse, although she really wanted to run away. In front of Morgan Byron, she felt utterly ashamed. He should slap her hard, so she could feel a little better.Indeed, one shouldn't lie. Lying is like burning a hole in a piece of paper with a match, and that hole will gradually expand, the flames spreading until the entire sheet of paper is consumed. There's no way to keep fire contained within paper.Morgan Byron h
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