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Chapter 113 : Who do you suspect?
Under the quilt, Primrose closed her eyes without answering the wolf. She wish at this moment that she could stay in the library. Right now it seems less haunted than her dark and cold bedroom. The warmth that comforted her was not around and the cold mattress was chilling her bones. At least the waves of books kept her occupied. She won't remember his absence in that place and miss his fragrance on the bed. The way he cuddled to her. Despite not being of any good use, at least they did the trick to distract her recently. At some point after she fell asleep, the bed dipped on the other side. Within a week of waiting, Primrose had gotten used to sleeping on one side rather than sprawl all over the bed, leaving the other side for him. A dip on the bed did not wake her up. The warmth
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