My Delicate Wife Is A Medical Genius

of her cheap heels against the marble floor echoed of

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r the streetlights like a massive, dormant beast. Its polished surface absorbed the

he rear door. His hair was silver, his posture rigid.

yes said. His voice was comp

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ion of a second. He didn't say a word. He re

head and slid i

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lights cut across his face in rhythmic flashes, highlighting a jawline that looked carved from pale marble. Hi

hands rested on his knees. His fingers were long, the knuckles

den, hard thump against her ribs. She had known he was si

s fluttered. He

ce with the precision of a sniper's scope. There was no warm

arms stand up. She forced he

was gravelly, low, scraping again

d right into those freezing eyes. "I'm

A muscle in his jaw twitched. He turned h

y Diana barely felt the motion. The Hutchinson m

p, but her eyes kept darting to the side. Houston had clo

ge?" Diana asked. Her voice broke the si

eyes. "For the money.

the leather seat, turning her body fully tow

turned his head. The icy blue

rve of her lips. "For instance, my futur

es, curled inward, digging into the fabric of his trousers. A faint, a

he passing city lights. "You have a terrible sense o

serious. The marriage laws don't

locked tight. But his fingers rem

e Manhattan skyline rising befor

uston asked suddenly.

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