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... ust have mistaken her for Dahlia Kensington.
"Not going to speak?"
Sebastian Blackwood’s hand caressed Ivy’s waist, the slender touch was irresistible to him.
Previously, the scent of perfume on her made him nauseous in the bedroom, but now without it, he found it alluring.
Ivy was frozen, and as Sebastian turned her around, she spoke up, "Mr. Blackwood, I’m Ivy Kensington."
With these words, Sebastian’s face suddenly turned cold.
"What are you doi ...
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