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ed as she felt his chiseled muscles under her fingers. She

t a wave of current in his body.

ankle suddenly hurt so much that she lost her balance again and

he scrambled to her feet, limped asid

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y reached out her hand to help Cla

mumbled, rubbing her hand. "I don't like

abinet, took out a quilt,

asleep. Moments later, the sound

up on the sofa and touched his lips. His

onder if the woman was

She quickly changed her clothes and went to the living room. As soon as she

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ffered from an ailment

luntarily flitted to her plump, ruddy lips. His h

his mind. He kept telling himself that he didn't want t

nsils in the kitchen, Layla wore her apron, ready to coo

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ut couldn't spot even a single piece of onion.

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ant, she learned that Clark was not allergic to onions. He was just a picky eater,

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all. Soon, her face turned pale. "What? What

fruits aside and rushed out of the k