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Watching Chloe Bishop's flushed face, the Old Lord's heart swelled with joy. Most young women nowadays were so forward and open—blushes were becoming a rarity.

Then, unexpectedly, the Old Lord's eyes reddened. Her voice trembled as she patted Chloe Bishop's hand. "Good. Truly good. Grandma can finally rest easy now..."

Xavier Grayson loathed women. At twenty-something