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Bracelet
Moreau could hardly believe that she would wake up here, in a cozy room to find a familiar face—handsome—so close from such a distance.
Perhaps she was dreaming .... For a few moments Moreau's mind had to bind the remaining consciousness. With a frown, her body reacted purely through the need to adjust her position to actually sleep on her side. It was almost subconsciously done that her arm reached for another pillow as hugging material. It was too early in the morning, Moreau wasn't sure if there was anything that could be resolved here at her stepfather's house after they had not discussed certain information, or simply Abihirt handing over a serious ban. The man left after touching her, an important point Moreau did not forget. She should have. However, suddenly the urgent instinct seemed to tell. She stopped herself from going back to sleep, after a moment of realizing something was wrong.Related chapters
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