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A Hint Of Rage

Author: Nessa
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-04-26 17:49:40

Damien POV

Marcus stopped a few feet away, hands in his coat pockets, posture relaxed enough to be insulting.

"I was driving past," he said lightly. "Saw you buying ice cream. Thought I'd stop and say hello."

My jaw tightened.

Of course, he had.

Of all the places in this city-of all the days-he'd noticed me standing in line like an ordinary man, fumbling money while my son gave me love advice.

"Don't you have somewhere to be?" I asked coolly. "Work, perhaps."

Marcus smiled, but it never reached
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