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"Lemme help you, Ms Reynolds—"

Aland had not finished his sentence when Shannon had first turned her head with a sharp gaze. He stammered for a moment, then scratched his unsteady head.

"Sorry, babe. I'm just not used to it."

Shannon went back to cleaning her make-up in front of the dressing table in the room as Aland awkwardly opened his shirt. Every now and then, Shannon's tail lights up, trying to steal a glance at Aland's muscular body. Who would have thought that she would stutter because she was shocked at the sight of Aland's mesmerising chest?

Hearing the bottle of facial cleanser Shannon dropped while holding it, Aland twisted his head. He ignored the unbuttoned shirt to come closer. "What's wrong? Are you okay, hm?"

Shannon blinked quickly. Especially when she saw Aland's chest in front of her eyes. She swallowed hard as she tried to turn her attention elsewhere. "My hand just feels be drained. I just didn't expect this day to c
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