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"What’s wrong?" Jude Crawford leaned over her, his pliant thin lips kissing her face, "I even ate your ox whip, didn’t we agree you wouldn’t be able to get out of bed tomorrow? I’ve prepared for it."
Isabelle Willow’s face flushed red and white, she didn’t speak, just tightened her grip on her skirt, making it wrinkle.
He made her afraid.
Whether as the young prince of the Crawford family ruling the City of Aethelgard, or as the creator of a powerful business empire n ...
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