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... ttle rascals to Squire Manor.
The man at home was expressionlessly washing dishes.
Chloe Winston, who spent her evenings either sheet-masking or sleeping to maintain her beauty, quietly tugged at Delphine’s clothes and asked, "Delphine, does your husband not like me staying here?"
"He’s like that with everyone, even with Yeats," Delphine’s jet-black eyes gleamed slightly.
"Earlier, I tried to go wash the dishes and got stared back by your husband." Chloe was still ...
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