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Chapter 30: She knows him, she’s not trusting!
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... nt smile tugging at her lips. He was bossy, sharp, and impossibly arrogant—but he had fought seven armed men for her last night. That image refused to leave her: his broad back gleaming under the moonlight, his bloodied fists, the way his voice had cracked when he said her name like it meant something.
She sighed again, softer this time, and turned her gaze to the bedside table. The folded clothes waited neatly for her, pressed and spotless.
Daisy touched them as though they migh ...
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