CHAPTER 188 “Don’t go.” The voice, as if it might crumble away, was pitiful. While Mikael fumed beside her—like, That’s disgustingly pretending to be fragile!—Eve, her heart weakening, sat back down in the chair again. ‘Ah—without even realizing it.’ Only then did Rosenitte loosen the arms that had been wrapped around her knees and lift her head. Then she lowered...
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