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Chapter 820

Back in the ward, Jeanette was blinking her groggy eyes next to the bed as though she had just woken up, cracking a big yawn and rubbing her eyes like a bleary, languid cat.

Damon smiled and dispelled any trace of grimness from his face while his features quickly softened. “Why don’t you take a longer nap? You overtaxed yourself last night,” he pointed out in a low, hushed tone.

She shook her head. “I have to check Fe’s temperature.”

“I bought breakfast. There’s waffles and sandwiches,” he sa
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