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... nd nearly fell. When I looked up, I met a pair of furious eyes.
"Theodore Grant, what the hell is wrong with you, acting like a madman this early in the morning!" I yanked my hand from his grip and rubbed my reddened wrist, glaring at him coldly.
Theodore’s eyes were bloodshot, dark stubble dotted his chin, and his hair was a disheveled mess. He looked completely haggard, as if he’d aged ten years overnight. "Chelsea Joyce, you’re the one who’s truly lost her mind! Why did you le ...
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