Chapter 75 Seventy four

MARIA’S POV

Maxwell’s determined pace was relentless, and I struggled to keep up, his grip firm on my wrist as we navigated the dense forest. His tension was palpable—every rustle of leaves or snap of a twig made him flinch. He likely thought he hid it well, but I noticed. Guilt gnawed at me. I h...

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