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Chapter 183 - 170: Julian Fairchild, Why Didn’t You Come Looking for Me?
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... mile at the corner of her mouth, without a moment’s hesitation, "Yes!"
Right now, she was more in tune with her instincts.
Like is like, don’t like is don’t like.
Julian Fairchild’s thin lips curled up with a smile, Maeve Lane, drunk like a child, had no guard at all.
He silently made a note that he must never let Maeve drink out of his sight in the future.
If she had to drink, it could only be in front of him; he didn’t want anyone else to see this side o ...
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