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The traffic began to crawl forward, but for Liam Martin, time had slowed to a torturous grind. His knuckles whitened as he gripped the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the side profile of the woman in the Rolls-Royce.

How could Chloe look at Xavier like that?

The flush on her face, that specific, dew-bright radiance... it was a look he had selfishly guarded for years