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... lack pupils of Rhys Hawthorne.
Rhys deliberately avoided her gaze, focusing on the ointment, not daring to look any more, his husky voice sounding in Victoria’s ear: "I’ll be gentle."
In the quiet room, only the sound of heavy rain pounding against the glass windows remained.
One blushed from the neck, the other from the ears.
Just after finishing applying the ointment, Rhys packed it up without looking back, "I’m going to wash my hands."
Victoria looked a ...
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