She deliberately dropped her crutch and let herself fall to the ground.

She made sure to appear frail and helpless.

Waylen happened to see Mavis falling.

He frowned and barked, “Stop the car.

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The chauffeur dithered about following Waylen’s order.

Waylen said in a low voice, “Help her get in the car and give her a ride home.

The chauffeur hesitated, “Mrs.

Fowler isn’t going to like this, Mr.

Fowler.

retorted, “If you

just sending the poor

wrong with

had no choice but to get out

next

exhausted, Waylen ignored Mavis, rested his head on the back of his

scent that was like

to stare

sharp and perfect,

this car

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those things, Mavis felt her blood

and then imagined what s@x

mattress? Would his handsome face contort in sweet agony as he

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