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... m. The man was practically a walking ice sculpture, cold, unreadable, and emotionally unavailable.
She'd never even seen him smile. Not once.
His face? Always the same. That perfect, stoic expression like he was judging the entire universe and finding it disappointing.
So when she saw that Adrian, yes, Mr. No Feelings himself looking genuinely desperate earlier today? Yeah. She almost dropped her bag.
And okay, fine, maybe she felt a little sorry for him. Just a l ...
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