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42. Pregnant?
My heart raced as Adrian wheeled himself towards his home, and I walked beside him, trying to process the amount of emotions from the steamy moments we had just shared in his office.
Seeing him in a wheelchair brought a mix of tenderness and determination—I was here to help him, despite the situation and dangers that lurked to harm him.
I wasn't going to have it.
"You're quiet," Adrian's voice broke the silence between us, pulling me from my thoughts.
I managed a soft smile, trying to gather my thoughts. "Just trying to process everything," I admitted quietly, my gaze shifting towards the front door.
Adrian nodded in understanding, his expression thoughtf
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