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Chapter 53–Be Patient With Her

Author: RENA
last update publish date: 2026-06-23 14:07:22

Tristan’s POV

Things finally felt normal again after the gunshot. Natasha had returned to our bedroom.

She was sleeping peacefully, her head resting against my chest, one hand tangled in my hair.

I carefully slid out of bed and walked onto the balcony. My arm throbbed beneath the bandage. It was healing slowly. Natasha had been tending to the wound and changing the bandage every day.

Now, it was time to deal with Francis Luzardo. That bastard had a terrible aim.

I dialed a number. The phone o
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