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... ’s eyes concealed a profound depth.
What was she thinking?
“I’m going to take a shower.”
Jasmine Yale turned around.
With her back to him, she found her pajamas in the wardrobe before entering the bathroom.
Her retreating figure suggested a kind of panic-stricken flight.
Sylvan Cheney didn’t move, maintaining his earlier posture.
His austere face bore an endless depth.
In the bathroom, Jasmine Yale turned on the shower, her heart th ...
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