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Chapter 87: Massage

Author: MharHumma
last update Last Updated: 2023-04-24 23:40:14
She already heard him said before that his siblings left years ago, but she must've forgotten about it. A lot of things had happened and remembering those details is too much for her, but now that they tackled about it, she suddenly remembered. So they left, huh?

The reason was very heartbreaking to her. She was the reason why the siblings broke apart. She's guilty about it. She blamed herself for breaking their relationship. But then, Xavier reassured her that everything is all good and she should not worry too much about it.

After their breakfast, Xavier went to do something in his office; probably to do his duty. Margarette was left to fend over their daughter while Xavier was busy with his job.

Margarette ended up trying out the new recipes she have learned on the internet and baked together with her child, Xaire, which only resulted with them nearly burning the kitchen. Good thing that the kitchen staffs are very friendly and reliable when it comes to things like that. During the
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