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Chapter 79

Author: Nheeke
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“ You know, I can do this myself. ” Patricia said watching him from the other side of the room, sitting on the comfy rug. Marco ignored her, as he brought out the red small box with a white cross on it, and walked towards her. Then sat in front of her. His breath hitched, staring at her body. Her wearing only bra and a pant allowed him to see every scars on her body.

“ Why are you looking at me with so much hunger and anger ?” Patricia threw her hands on his neck, leaning closer to Marco with a teasing smirk on her face and a playful glint in her eyes.

“ Tell me about your scars. ” That was his reply, as he stared into her grey eyes that suddenly became his favourite colour. Patricia smiled, and leaned back, she stretched her legs out and placed it on his folded legs.

“ My recent ones, or the past ones ?” Her eyes twinkled with mirth as she asked, Marco dropped the box beside him, and shifted closer to her. His fingers traces the stitched line on her flat toned stomach. He dragged hi
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