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... lark didn’t press him, merely acknowledging with a hum. She saw him off, watching him get into the car before she returned to the villa.
Inside the car.
Lyle Westbrook sat in the backseat. The driver turned his head and noticed the injury on his face, taken aback, "Young Master Lyle, your face..." ƒгeewёbnovel.com
Lyle Westbrook reached a hand to wipe the scar on his cheek. His face, as beautiful as an angel’s, was cold as frost, making it impossible to decipher what he w ...
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