Chapter 89 - Eighty Eight

Chapter 89: Chapter Eighty Eight

He thought about his large bedroom at the mansion. He thought about the soft moonlight shining through the glass windows. And, against his own strict will, he thought about the small, beautiful woman with the red curly hair sleeping in the center of his bed.

He remembered her annoying, loud, mocking thoughts. He remembered how she smelled like sweet flowers.

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