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... he thought to himself, [then I should accept it without question.]
Primrose leaned against Edmund’s shoulder as he sat beside her, still holding his stack of reports.
She tried to follow along, curious about how her husband worked. But halfway through, she lost interest and began rubbing her cheek against his shoulder or occasionally pinching his bicep just to feel her husband’s hard muscle.
[How am I supposed to focus when my adorable wife keeps distracting me?] Edmund ...
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