Secrets of My Assassin Wife

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mean it

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patience and had no interest

disinterested, Celeste bit the

be so overwhelmed with sorrow that

to push her away, but then he caught

looked incredibly s

passed away in Sea City, and the only thing left behind was a

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an uncharacteristic shyness and a s

added to the pressure. He

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that Celeste couldn't

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skin to cover most of her scars, and the other details weren't a conc

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courage and rea

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urge of heat. He couldn't believe it-he, who had never paid much at

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ble, but why did she have thick calluse

seen on someone used to

bles, grabbed her, and p

soft body collided with his firm chest. His hand

is lower body hardening, pressing

Ford,

pinned under a man, his masculine scent enveloping her, her

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eyes, his years of self-con

spread her legs slightly w

snapped open, remembering C

lared, and he instinc

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