Chapter 69 Both Hands Were Sore

“Put me down. I can walk on my own.” Emma clung to his neck.

Ignoring her, he simply adjusted his grip, weighing her in his arms.

She clung tighter in fright.

“Why are you angry? Charles and I aren’t anything!” she shouted.

“Besides, I’m on my period.”

“I’m not angry,” he murmured.

“Not angry? ...

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