Chapter 83 Why Apologize to the Murderer

William's fingertips drifted lazily along the bandaged length of her arm. The touch was light, almost casual, yet it sliced through her like a blade of ice. Isabella's body shivered involuntarily.

"Good," he murmured, his voice void of warmth. "Juniper's been crying about you for days. When she co...

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