Chapter 88

Jacques walked over to Maya and smiled, rubbing her arms.

“Yes, she's married,” he said calmly, his eyes on Damien, his touch gentle on Maya’s skin. His voice wasn’t loud, but it spoke volume.

Damien didn’t flinch, didn’t move.

His jaw tightened, lips pressed down as his brows furrowed. “Let her ans...

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