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at his reflection in the glass.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking sweet and caring—and lying.
Lying so badly it was almost awkward to watch.
“I’m fine with my own account,” she replied calmly. “I’m used to managing it myself.”
He frowned, his expression darkening.
“That’s silly. We’ve been together for so many years, and you still act like continue reading …
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