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29] She's Not My Type.

Mercedes rushed into Sedar's room, her body trembling with excitement and the pit of her stomach churning with butterflies. When she arrived, Zeynep was sleeping next to Sedar, her hand clasping his. Her steps faltered, she suddenly felt like the wind had been knocked out of her and the butterflies soon dispersed.

His büyük baba, cleared his throat, with the corner of his eyes wrinkling as he smiled at her reaction. Zeynep tilted her head upwards, meeting her gaze and snickered. Ezekiel and Ozgar strolled into the room and low grunts left their mouths at the same time.

"Can you tell me what you're doing with my husband?" She exhaled, attempting to maintain her cool.

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