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His patience was running out.
"Please, do better, Adams." Lyla smiled mischievously as she cupped her palms together – begging desperately.
There was nothing Archie could do but lower his gaze slightly, throwing a sharp, murderous glare straight at Lyla alone. He wanted to emphasize something through his gaze, –if once Lyla toyed with him, it was over.
Seeing the murderous glare that Archie threw at her, Lyla chuckled – almost amused if Archie hadn't suddenly covered her mouth with the palm of his right hand.
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