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The Talk
“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you there?” Jun asked and she gave him one last glare before picking up her hand bad.
Seriously, he was heading toward the danger zone.
Before she could swing it over her shoulder Jun grabbed it and opened the door for her.
“You’re not supposed to carry anything for a while. You heard the doctor,” He said
“Jun. it’s a handbag, not weight lifting tools…”
“Still, I will take you downstairs.” He said and Iori followed him with a sigh.
He was probably thinking about carrying her all the way downstairs but knew that if he suggested it she would lash out at him. The man was being way too overprotective and it was driving her crazy…
“You could have accepted when your father offered to come to the apartment to have a talk. I would have left for a while to let you have your privacy,” Jun said as the elevator door
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