Chapter 62 Stubborn puppy.

​“Good morning,” I greeted her.

​The last person I expected at my door was the man-thieving duchess, but now that my senses had returned, I could afford to be polite to her. 

​“It’s afternoon,” she responded, eyeing me from head to toe with cold disdain.

​Izabelle Ruiz was dressed in a sleek, sle...

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