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Hot as hell, indeed

Eleonor didn't want to submit to Reviello's whims, especially after he practically spit on her heart. However, what is her pride compared to the lives of the people she loves? She wasn't sure if he would be soulless enough to hurt his childhood friend and the woman who raised him as if he were her own son. But she knew he wouldn't hesitate to raise his gun to the Evans. So, there was no other choice.

That is why she's sitting on the bed, feeding him with fruits. She feels pathetic, but that was the first thing she was told to do. He told her to feed him and laid down on her lap. This is beyond absurd!

She rolls her eyes and tries not to shout as she holds a small grape to his lips. When it slides inside his mouth, he runs his tongue over her fingertip, causing a discreet tickle.

“What about the chocolate?” He opens his eyes, staring at her chin that seems perfectly drawn at that angle.

She stares at him with an unfriendly expression and says, “I hate you.”

“Stop whining, love.”

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