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... rried the weight of a man struck by a divine blow.
His entire face was red—redder than the embers in the hearth, redder than any sunset he had ever seen. Honestly, if anyone had compared him to a tomato right then, the tomato would have lost.
And then Isabella—sweet, reckless Isabella—delivered the final strike.
She gave him her signature angelic smile, that infuriatingly innocent one, lips curved soft and sweet, her hands clasped neatly behind her back as if she hadn’t j ...
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