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Chapter 322: But there’s soup for him?
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... w stone table, his bread still untouched, eyes fixed on the man standing at Isabella’s side as if the position was his by right. "So," he began, voice silk over steel, "the man with a knife collection gets the prime spot and the first bowl. Must be nice."
Kian didn’t move, didn’t blink, didn’t even look at him. He just stood there, calm as a monolith, hands loose at his sides, shadow spilling over Isabella’s shoulder.
Isabella’s brows rose. "Or maybe," she said, voice sweet but s ...
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