Chapter 45

WREN.

THE NEXT MORNING.

My head hurts like hell, I rubbed on my eyes gently and raised my upper body a bit, but a hand was resting on my stomach, confining me to bed.

I turned my neck slightly, just to see a shirtless Denzel on the bed, sleeping, snoring softly.

A gasp erupted from my mouth, I slamm...

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