The Surgeon's Vow: Healing My Billionaire Husband

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leaning against the doorframe, blocking the

wake up. We both know that. You're a smart girl. You signed a prenup

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st, remember? That's what Howard told you. D

. The lust in his eyes was gone, rep

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nees felt weak. She wasn't afraid of Julian phys

morning muscle massages. It was cru

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, and they were staring directly at her. Th

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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

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