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... was still in the position of lying against Sebastian Ford’s chest.
She just moved slightly, and Sebastian’s large hand gently caressed her smooth back, like soothing a child.
"Ugh... it hurts..."
"Does your wrist wound hurt?"
Sebastian examined the wound on her wrist.
The bandage was intact; even in last night’s tender moments, he was very careful.
"Not the wrist..."
Eleanor’s voice was soft and coquettish, her eyes accusingly glaring at h ...
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