The Surgeon's Vow: Healing My Billionaire Husband
heavy velvet drapes, slicing the
e looked at herself in the mirror. Dark circles bruised the skin unde
ain room, she hea
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an.
leaning against the doorframe, blocking the
wake up. We both know that. You're a smart girl. You signed a prenup
ed for h
ack. She held up
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Julian's voice filled the r
is face went gr
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rrored the file to a remote server via the hospital's guest network. If I don't punc
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st, remember? That's what Howard told you. D
. The lust in his eyes was gone, rep
e spat. He turned and sla
nees felt weak. She wasn't afraid of Julian phys
morning muscle massages. It was cru
aced her hands on Lucas's biceps
felt a tremor
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, and they were staring directly at her. Th
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er, his hand shot up.
inactivity-but his technique was flawless. He twisted her ra
sped, trying
. He yanked, his body shaking with
the bed, landi
his other hand wa
her skin, weak and fluttery
d, his eyes burning. "Ar
he accident. He thought h
e used a pressure point strike to his ulnar nerve to disabl
... wife," s
owed. "Wife? I do
. Ster
r. Lucas's grip loosened slightly, but h
Howard's daughter? That s
his thumb moved off her windpipe. "Just like... h
g for deception. He saw the fear in her eyes (ge
y to the mattress. His chest heaved as he gasped for air,
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ed. She rubbed her neck
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d, his voice fading as sleep dragged him back d
yes c
ing the empty glass.
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