Chapter 43 Morning after

"Take a picture, Zavia, it’ll last longer," Nicholas murmured, a slow, amused smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he took a sip of his coffee.

Zavia snapped out of her paralyzed trance instantly, her cheeks instantly flushing a deep, mortifying shade of crimson.

She let out a high-pitched, ...

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