The Mafia Don's Innocent Love
he agreed, his words carrying a gentle tone that mirrored my own exhaustion.
"I'm so tired," I confessed, my words barely audible as I lifted my head, locking my gaze with Artemy's eyes. He nodded, a sigh escaping him as he reluctantly released his embrace.
Did I just witness a slight pout? It was a fleeting expression, almost imperceptible, but I was certain it had crossed his features. I thought it might have been a figment of my imagination, but the truth was undeniable.
"You were pouting," I remarked, unable to contain my observation.
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