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... , Jocelyn Morgan stopped in her tracks. The door was open, but his figure was absent, and everything inside was spotless and tidy.
Where is he?
Just as Jocelyn was about to turn and leave, she suddenly bumped into a firm, warm chest.
Ian Shelby stood there with his hands in the pockets of his white coat, gently gazing down at her without offering a hand to steady her.
"Sorry!" The girl quickly raised her eyes, suddenly crashing into his gaze.
It’s him!
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