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Gage Grant hung up the phone, tossed a towel over his shoulder, and walked towards Maeve.
He bent down and hugged her from behind, kissed her ear, and asked softly, "Want to take a shower?"
Maeve tensed up for a moment, stiffly stood up, walked to the wardrobe, picked up her pajamas, and went into the bathroom.
She locked the door tightly, a subconscious action.
Even though she knew that besides her, Gage Grant must have other women, hearing him speak to someone else in that emotional tone that was more intimate than intimacy still made her feel somewhat uncomfortable.
The companionship and protection this man could offer her now would eventually disappear. If she were to sink into this, then his departure would be her time of no return.
Maeve looked at herself in the mirror, shook her head, and pushed away the chaotic thoughts lingering in her mind.
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