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Chapter 89

He leaned away from me, casually flicking on the bedside lamp. The room bathed in a soft glow, revealing the contours of his face adorned with an unsettling smirk. His smug expression, a stark contrast to the gravity of our situation, irked me further.

The sight of his self-satisfied grin, plastered across his face, only added to my vexation. His demeanor, akin to a mischievous child reveling in his mischief, gnawed at my patience. Beneath my exasperation lay a deep-seated annoyance, a frustration at his apparent inability to address matters seriously, leaving me mired in a sense of perpetual conflict and dissatisfaction.

My skin crawled as Clyde's touch traced a chilling path from my forehead to my chin. His touch, a grotesque mockery of tenderness, sent a shiver down my spine. I recoiled inwardly, suppressing the urge to flinch away from his invasive contact.

With a sinister gentleness, he lifted my chin ever so slightly, his words dripping with disdain. "I also thought you would be
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