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aine's expression changed, his eyes flashing with anger. "You're overreacting," he said, his voice tight. "I'm just trying to protect you." Shayla shook her head, feeling a sense of frustration. "Protect me from what?" she asked, her voice firm. "I'm a grown woman, Jermaine. I can take care of myself." Jermaine's face darkened, his eyes blazing with anger. "You don't understand," h