Chapter 46 His care

Harley’s P.O.V.

A wave of silence hugged me the moment I stepped into my apartment, the kind of comfort I was yearning for a few hours.

Ava placed the fruit basket on the counter and bent to unclip her heels with a groan.

“I am not made from funerals.”

She said, eyeing Star, who immediately pounced ...

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