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... ankle?"
A gravelly male voice came from above her head.
Vera Sheridan realized, stepped back two steps, and replied lightly, "No."
Noah Grant lowered his eyes to look at her right ankle.
Vera was wearing cropped jeans today, and there was a faint scar on her right ankle. Her skin was pale and cold, her bones and flesh were slender, showing no signs of redness or swelling.
The man’s eyes fell on her face, "When did you come, are you leaving now?"
Ve ...
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