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... throat burned as she coughed violently, trying to process what Lawrence’s mother had just said. Did she just ask about a wedding?
Lawrence, the insufferable man, was still leaning back in his chair with that damn smirk on his face.
He didn’t even try to help her. Instead, he casually sipped his coffee like this was the most normal conversation in the world.
Elara wiped her mouth and forced a smile, trying to act as if she hadn’t almost choked to death. "I’m sorry, Madam, ...
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