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... temples throbbed violently.
His lips could still touch the palm of her hand, that feeling of being so angry he could beat her up, yet unable to act against her “soft knife” strategy surged up again. His eagle-like eyes were still filled with rage, but there was more compromise now. He pulled her hand away and said, with a stern face, “Don’t bother, someone will come soon.”
The Old Man would call the doctor.
Enna Clark hadn’t seen him command anyone to treat his wound, an ...
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