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Chapter Fifty-Two

作者: Jessicarachel
last update 公開日: 2026-06-01 14:16:26

Elara

I stared at the note so long the words almost stopped looking real.

“You looked at the painting the same way you look at me when you forget to hide it”.

My heartbeat became genuinely concerning after that.It was ridiculous.Dangerous men should not be allowed to write sentences like that.

Especially not men like Alistair.

I folded the note carefully before anyone nearby could notice my expression changing. Unfortunately, my face had apparently already betrayed me because the older woman si
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