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... kissing her rosy little face.
Outside the door, footsteps sounded.
Knowing that Dylan Wellington had returned, Skye hurriedly pulled up the blanket, held Molly tightly, and buried her face in Molly’s fragrant neck.
She... pretended to be asleep.
She didn’t want to face Dylan Wellington.
She feared she couldn’t resist questioning him—questioning this man, why he could be so selfish.
Even at this point, he still wasn’t willing to let her go. 𝐟𝕣𝗲� ...
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