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CH.13

"Where are you going with that injured foot, lady?" Mr. Blackthorn's gruff tone jolted me back to reality.

I swallowed. Hard. Beating myself for harboring such thoughts toward a married man.

What if he noticed I was staring at his…

Oh lord! My thighs involuntarily robbed together to ease the ache I was feeling at the space between them and then winced slightly due to my injured foot.

His eyes scanned over me intently, not missing my pained movements.

"You're limping badly. You can barely even walk," he observed bluntly, cutting right to the point as usual.

I didn't bother with polite pleasantries since the gruff man hadn't offered any himself.

"I have no serious injuries, just some bruises. I can walk to the main road okay. There, I'll take a taxi to my destination," I replied, unable to wipe the vaguely psychotic-looking smile that had now returned off my face.

The thought of Richard's impotence was simply too comical not to grin about.

"Have a good day, Mr. Blackthorn," I added poli
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