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Part B: Chap 16
Mariana's Pov
“Why the fuck do you look so flustered, Mariana?”
Radimr’s sudden question almost startles a gasp out of me, but I don’t let it, I don’t let myself show him the secrets I might be hiding.
Clearing my throat, I answer on a hushed tone, “it’s nothing. I. . .I was—”
“Let the lady breathe, brother, she just ran down a flight of stairs.” Alejandro interrupts, his eyes creased at the corners as though he’s smiling. Is this funny to him?
Crazy motherfucker.
Radimr scratches the back of his head, a hum vibrating in his throat, his head bobbing in a nod.
I move forward to greet my father in-law, but he seems to be in a bad mood. His eyes are tight as he slowly drags the spiteful orbs along my form. “She lost weight, Radimr,” he says, his tone nonchalant.
My husband’s tone falters when he answers, “I try
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