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... hich he promptly recoiled from, to Benita’s chagrin
She still maintained her plastered smile as she complained, "Your fangs are too spiky, darling. I am a visitor here and deserve to be taken care of."
Steffan’s expression was as dark as the bottom of a charred pot as he retorted,
"If you need someone to wait on you, there are countless servants in the house. You can choose from anyone of them but definitely not me."
The air around them was a huge contrast to the ...
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