Isabella Monroe“Watch out, Sophia.”Sebastian held his daughter's arm to help her walk toward us, while Sarah clung tightly to his jacket.“We're both going to fall, Sarah. Stop dragging me by my clothes, for the love of God!”She let go with an annoyed cry, so Miller decided to go help her get steady. Walking for the first time could be difficult, but it became easier with time and practice.The professor stood beside me and held out a pink fishing rod.“Don't let him help you,” he hissed in a commanding tone.I raised my head, questioning his obsessive interference in my life. “How? You don't have the ri—”“You damn well have that right,” he cut me off with a scowl. “To stop that bastard from getting close to you, you little devil.”“And damn you too,” I sighed in shock at his face.He ran his tongue across his lips, making the deep dimple in his right cheek appear.“Damn whoever shoved you back into my life.”He stepped away when he noticed Sarah and Miller coming closer to us, af
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