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Chapter 147

"It smells like hell!"

Amanda complained once the cover of the pot was removed. A strong herbal odor wafted through the air. They were in a large salon in the French house, sitting on a velvet upholstered coach.

"Try it. It works wonders."

He showed the faint, faded line across his palm, persistently convincing the reluctant Amanda to try the Gypsi medicine. After a good long while, finally she allowed him to apply the ointment to the stitched wound.

"Let it absorb for a while. Don't touch or wipe it."

Amanda crinkled her noise and started complaining again, but he insisted, carefully smearing the foul cream all over her wound.

"You'll look just the same as before. You'll forget you ever got this wound."

To his great relief, the stinking medicine decreased her mood for amorous act. When he first arrived, she had pulled him down to kiss him and climbed onto his lap, but now she was reclining on

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