The Tycoon's Wrath: Protecting His Surgeon Queen

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a pair of nude patent leather stilettos were intimately tangled together. Melting

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to a pathetic, shattered marriage. Ephram's infidelity was an open secret, and she, once c

aid coldly. "Ephram has never b

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ing dinner alone at a five-star hotel restaurant when she

face, and screamed at him with a twisted ex

mirror and see what she had become. Then, he wrapped his arm around t

d every fragile thing in sight. Looking at her unrecognizable face

w did she turn into such a

out of this townhouse. Ephra

hortly after, but she didn't expect hi

ce, a wave of cold disgust finally

e demanded, her voice dr

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towel wrapped loosely around his waist. Seeing Ellie in the doorway, his patien

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ly watered. She shrank b

rembling perfectly on cue. "I accidentally spilled wine on my d

Stark" instead of "Mrs. Oliv

kets of her wool coat. Her knuckles tu

his patience vis

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d from her pocket, holdi

n onto the black-and-white marble vanity. The

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ehearsed expression of distress froze

oking directly at him like a doct