The Ruthless CEO's Forgotten Amnesiac Wife

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swerved past her. The dri

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luorescent lights flickered out, replaced by t

rete shattering

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slipped from her sweaty fingers

tremors moved up her arms, viole

lked right past her. A woman in a sun hat bumped her

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a hook, dragging her

fingers and stumbled away from the

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she saw the frosted glass d

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om, turned on the faucet, and spl

of the marble sink and

eyes were bloodshot, wide wi

dried her face, and forced

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right in fr

pulled out a silk handkerchief. A silv

Her forehead was stil

to pull away. She didn't

move. Her muscles

ed out and took

ushed against the

gainst her ribs. It felt like

ld-rimmed glasses resting on his nose. He

let in his lap. He looked at

th twitched upward in

tuffed bear, practically t

he carpet and crashe

lose to her jeans. He took a de

his face right

in Grace's bo

ing wave of maternal instinct floode

ook as she r

n the soft, dark hair of

er eyes burned with sud

looked her d

he demanded. His voice was childish,

audition in two hour

her mouth

her throat. She

ked over and handed her a gl

ar. Your heart rate is elev

him. He was mayb

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