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hands on his chest. “Honey, you’re stressed. That kid is making you sick—”
“I need to be alone,” Rob interrupted, pulling away.
He walked upstairs without another word. Chelsea remained there, looking at her phone with a smile that chilled my blood. She dialed a number.
“Gerald, it’s me. We need to speed this up. The brat is causing problems. Yes, I know.continue reading …
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