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... sweet fragrance.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s Adam’s apple moved up and down a few times. His jaw was tense, and the palm he had placed on Ann Vaughn’s abdomen to protect her now pinched her slender waist, forcibly lifting her slightly.
This action startled Ann Vaughn awake from her escape, forcing her to stare directly into Cyrus Hawthorne’s deep black eyes, which seemed like whirlpools, capable of capturing a person’s soul at any moment.
Ann Vaughn’s heart skipped a few beats, lea ...
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