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... h a touch of red, and her eyes were evasive, a sign that she was lying.
He half-squinted his handsome eyes and pressed again.
"Did you handle this wound yourself?"
"It was me!" She impatiently pulled back her hand. Who handled it, what does it matter?
"Sophie Smith,..."
"I don’t want to hear you talk."
She admitted she was indeed provoked today. When a group of sleazy men was gossiping about her behind her back, she felt greatly humiliated.
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