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... > He seemed angry, his hand still extended in mid-air, refusing to retract, "Is it because you’re afraid of getting it dirty, or do you disdain to use it?"
Scarlett Yates looked shocked, "Senior."
Henry Dales, contrary to his usual gentle politeness, suddenly stood up and held her chin before she could react.
His cold fingers fixed her jaw, preventing her from moving.
The faintly scented handkerchief touched her lips, gently and slowly wiping.
"Senior, you ...
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