Chapter 212 Chapter 212 Mr. Hawke's pants are dirty.

Niles Hawke held her wrist, hesitating to speak.

Eileen Stevens felt a subtle sting in her heart, as if a needle was hidden within soft cotton, stirring up a fine ache.

It seemed that Niles valued the gentle and obedient Eileen Stevens, not the fierce assassin-like Eileen Bates.

Eileen gently pu...

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