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... limited space, Abigail and Pullan pushed the wheeled bed into the elevator separately.
Brandon Piers, lying on the bed, was quiet and pale. Only his shallow breathing proved he was still alive.
His overly handsome face clashed with the surrounding environment, like a sleeping beauty who needed a kiss to awaken.
Abigail stared for a moment and couldn’t help but lick her chapped lips. Before she could think further, the elevator door dinged and opened.
The rolling ...
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