Chapter 169 My Angel | 062

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Noelle takes my hand as she gets out of the car. My brows furrow when I realize that she's a lot warmer than usual. Once she's off the curb, I lift a hand, resting my palm on her forehead. My gut tightens as unease sets in.

"What is it?" My wife asks softly, blinking up at me with those ador...

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