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... , holding Doris by the hand.
His expression was deliberately gentle, but there was a trace of displeasure in his eyes as he said, "Zoe, it’s getting late. We should go."
Saying that, he reached out, trying to grab my wrist.
I instinctively dodged his touch, then turned to Madam Sinclair and bowed politely. "Grandma, we’ll head back now. You should rest early too."
Madam Sinclair glanced coldly at Timothy, then took my hand and squeezed it tightly, her tone full of ...
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