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Chapter 162: Holly, My Little Sister
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... ad no dishwasher, everything needed to be done by hand.
Holly sat in the living room, her gaze following the figure in the kitchen, repeatedly pondering the words Blake Sinclair had just spoken.
Her gaze circled around him, stopping at his legs.
Regarding the story he just told.
She didn’t entirely accept it.
Rationally speaking, the logic seemed plausible, but there was an ineffable sense of unease according to her intuition.
She couldn’t quite pu ...
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