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... rkened, and his cold eyes emitted a gloomy glow.
Unfazed, Sophie Sullivan pinched a grape and elegantly bit it. "Didn’t you ask me to come down all dressed up just so you could vent your anger?"
"Miss Shaw fell. Am I to blame?"
"If you’re distressed about her, then go find her. I think Miss Shaw looks soft and gentle. Her delicate and seemingly weak demeanor must be a good match for you."
Veins throbbed at Thomas Shannon’s temples, his thin lips pressed into a tig ...
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