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Chapter 171: Dinner
With all of the people in the house, it had become too small for Westley's liking. He had several estates to his name, and he had chosen the largest on purpose so that they would not be disturbed. But still… Now, with Eric's attempt to hit on Doris, he had to reconsider shutting down the island. He wanted to lock Doris up, and he didn't intend to let any other men see her, especially after the afternoon they'd shared. He wanted to keep her in his arms, but Helen was here, so he couldn't show her too much affection at the table. Doris stretched her legs under the table, though. She rubbed his foot with hers, and that was more than enough for now. Hellen looked at her nanny, smiled, and said, "Miss Lincoln must be tired. Fill up her soup bowl." There was a snide tone to her voice, and h
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