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Meesha Kyle awoke from her deep slumber. Her body ache had almost subsided, and her eyes felt fine. Meesha Kyle shifted her gaze to the empty side. There was a faint fragrance and warmth, indicating that he had just gotten out of bed. Meesha Kyle’s senses were still roaming around the excited previous night. It was odd that he had made it even smoother than before. Meesha Kyle leaned back on the bed and sighed deeply. It seemed that the man had left before a while. Unexpectedly, Myon Gray entered the master bedroom. He was talking on the phone and his wristwatch was sparkling elegantly. When she saw his attractive and dazzling appearance, her throat dried. He was both attractive and intriguing. He sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her, and talking on the phone. They looked at each