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... ll warmth. His eyes were cold, his lips pressed flat. It was like she had stepped into a room full of light and accidentally snuffed out the only candle.
Her mind screamed. Why is he like that? Did I say something wrong? Was it the father question? God, why does this man act like every word is a trap? One moment he’s kissing me like a lover, the next he looks like a statue about to murder me. Pick one, you bastard.
André let out a low chuckle, though his voice carried a weight be ...
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