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Chapter - 12
It was the same scarf that had adorned her neck the previous day when she had been in the elevator, and he had carried her in his arms after she had sprained her leg. "Place it there," Laksh Wilson replied, gesturing to the back of the couch. The old woman did as instructed, carefully draping the scarf over the couch before departing the cabin after bidding him farewell. Laksh Wilson walked towards the scarf and grasped it firmly in his fist. Raising his arm, he brought the scarf close to his nose, inhaling deeply to capture its fragrance. With closed eyes, he savored the scent, as if she were near him, blessing his every breath with her sweet fragrance. "Ashu Davies," he murmured her name in a daze, his eyes still shut, lost in the moment. … "Miss Davies," Jo Gu entered the cabin, a
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