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... to use the blankets to cover the camera a bit.
Baby.
Have his baby.
Julian Fairchild was lying on the sofa in the bedroom, his long fingers idly brushing against his phone, patiently waiting for Maeve Lane’s response.
About half an hour passed.
His phone finally chimed with a WeChat notification.
[Okay.]
The man’s smile broadened at the corners of his mouth.
Sean Shaw approached, smiling, "Julian, what’s making you so happy?"
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