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... and my Duke took a few sips before the maid started to sew him up.
He didn't offer me the beverage when he cured my hands. Well, it's true that I didn't need sewing.
From here, everything seems like a trivial procedure. My Duke is comfortably sitting on the couch. His right hand is clenching the armrest, and his forehead is sweaty, but he doesn't let out a single whine. He endures it in silence.
When our eyes meet, he even smiles tenderly.
?Why is my Duchess frown ...
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