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... down her chopsticks, and went to the kitchen to get a porcelain spoon, feeding him a bite of vegetables and a bite of rice, disgruntled.
It’s just a hurt arm, yet he needs to be fed? Such a diva!
"Shrimp," Elias Spencer leaned lazily against the back of the chair, crossing his long legs, his hands resting casually on them, thoroughly enjoying her service.
His cool eyes had a faint hint of a smile.
Opportunities to have her obediently listening were rare, truly en ...
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