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... s unwavering. His face was carved stone, like the idea of expressing emotion was a tax he simply refused to pay.
And that? That genuinely made Isabella want to punch a mountain.
He was actually being serious. He wasn't playing dumb. He wasn't teasing her.
No. This man, this infuriatingly composed man, was genuinely trying to understand why he was somehow being blamed for the chaos in her day.
Isabella blinked at him.
Hard.
She tilted her head with ...
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