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387 “Hatred”
Andrea held back her laughter. What difference did it make? Andrea stared at Lane seeing the scheming look in his eyes. Did he think of any shameful and sick thing? Or why would he serve her instead of punishing her? But Andrea was too guilty to fight back. “Let’s go back then. I’ve seen much of the show.” Andrea took a look at the watch. It was ten in the evening. It took time driving back to the castle. Lance reached out to hold Andrea by her hands. He was still a bit dissatisfied. He felt, after the magic show, that Lance couldn’t get hold of Andrea even if they were cuffed together. Andrea sopped walking noticing Lance’s silence. “Lance?” Lance turned around and tiptoed to kiss him. “This is the best honeymoon I ever dream of. Thanks for fulfi
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