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Chapter 341

Fiona glanced at Frederick, and a wave of bashfulness washed over her.

Memories of the incident when he had seen her naked flooded back, turning her cheeks the color of blooming peonies.

Anya was unaware of Fiona's inner turmoil. She saw Fiona's face erupt in a fiery blush, reminiscent of a ripe crab. Reaching out with concern, Anya touched Fiona's cheek to check for a fever.

The touch sent a jolt through Fiona. She flinched, her own hand instinctively flying to her burning cheeks.

Anya's brow furrowed in confusion. "Are you having a fever, Fiona?"

Panic bloomed in Fiona's chest. How could she possibly explain the real reason for her flustered state?

Stammering, she struggled to form a coherent response.

Meanwhile, Frederick sensed Fiona's rising panic and feared she might blurt out their beach encounter.

He interjected swiftly. Having just discovered his long-lost savior in Anya, the last thing he needed was a revelation that could jeopardize his newfound connection.

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