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Eleanor Winslow pressed her lips together without answering.
The vast presidential suite was silent. Adrian Grant looked at Eleanor, with an inherent sense of pressure in his gaze.
After a while, Adrian sighed, walked over to Eleanor, and gently bent down, bringing his handsome face close to hers.
With only inches between them, they could see reflections in each other’s pupils.
Eleanor could feel his breath and clearly see every eyelash.
"Zia, am I ...
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