The Mistress Who Outgrew the Man
Hearing this, I glanced at my reflection in a nearby store window and froze.
My makeup was now a total disaster, mascara streaking down my cheeks. My hair was also a tangled mess from all the running.
I had no idea how Graham managed to recognize me in my current state. I barely even recognized myself.
I took the tissue and hastily wiped my face, trying to fix the damage. Then, feeling embarrassed, I muttered a quiet thank-you.
Graham didn't respond. Instead, he reached out and gently smoothed my messy hair with his warm hand.
I instinctively stepped back to put some distance between us, but he moved forward again, effectively closing the gap once more.
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