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It's Me, Anna, Who Doesn't Want You
Anna showed no fear of Charles, her playful and provocative gaze daring him to act. Watching the indifference in her eyes, as if she were daring him to see if she really would flirt with another man just to spite him, Charles's anger surged uncontrollably. The mere thought of Anna being close to another man, of her sharing intimate moments with someone else, sent a wave of rage mixed with a faint pang of pain crashing through his chest. "Fine, let's see who dares to touch Charles's wife!" His voice was low and menacing, each word seemingly forced out between clenched teeth. The venom in his tone contrasted sharply with the man who had stood up to the Davis family earlier, protecting Anna. Anna raised an eyebrow, barely perceptibly, as she frowned slightly. She had assumed that provoking
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