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The little wife slid over, and Rob Stark instinctively reached out to wrap an arm around her waist. However, before he could touch her, she scuttled away with a wiggle of her hips, putting distance between them, and even let out a huffy snort through her nose.

Amused by the little sound, Rob chuckled. "What's wrong?"

"Hmph!" Chloe Bishop snorted again.

Another soft chuckle escaped Rob