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e white silk blouse and black trousers, lookin

ctly tailored navy suit, a physical copy of the Financial Time

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googling 'husband returns after six months and

gainst the mahogany table

feet from her plate. "Your father's firm is preparing for a new round of fu

e. "Julian, my dad's little firm doesn't make enough in a year to cover your watch habit. You wan

dgment. He sounded genuinely curious when

t in your study. If you pull funding from my dad, I'll buy a knockoff, swap

grin

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filled her cup, raising it toward him in

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t got back. You must be exhausted. He spent the last six months in Europe

ersonal thing, and he handled three months of my credit ca

omach and lowering her voice just enough for nearby tables to hear: "We're both

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omach, not your uterus." Seraphina took a sip of her latte. "If you actually were pregnant, that st

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cked. She stepped back,

ou're going to stage a fall, at least commit. That move was sloppy. If yo

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d leaned in to murmur: "Next time, rehearse. You've g

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