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... ion.
His eyes tightly shut, thin lips slightly pursed, and fine eyelashes casting a neat shadow under his eyes.
Beatrice Hargrave sighed silently; what should she do, this man truly becomes more charming as he ages, even in his sleep, he’s so pleasing to look at.
Her fingertips once again poked Nicholas Croft’s chest; he furrowed his brows slightly, grabbed her hand and pressed it against his chest, tightening the arm around her waist—a subconscious action that brought th ...
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