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Early the next morning, Yolanda drove to lan’s place. She banged on the old door for ages, no one answered. Just as she reached for her phone to call him, the door creaked open.

Ian was in a black T–shirt, one cheek swollen red–like he’d taken a punch.

Yolanda’s brows shot up. She scanned the messy yard, spotting signs of a fight everywhere. “What happened?” she asked.

Ian’s charming eyes glistened, like he was holding back tears. “I’m fine.”

Yolanda took a sharp breath, grabbed his arm, and hauled him inside.

but

When she’d visited yesterday, the place was tiny but neat. But now, it was a total disaster. Every single piece of furniture was flipped, the only cup lay shattered in pieces–nothing was left intact.

Yolanda’s face went dark. Since Ian wasn’t gonna talk, she turned for the door.

Ian hesitated and then blurted out, “Some strangers showed up last night. I don’t know who they were.” He rushed the words, as if she’d walk out if he slowed down.

Yolanda stopped and turned back to him. Sweat beaded on his forehead–his injuries must be worse than he let on. She propped up the sofa and said softly, “Sit. Let me check.”

Ian froze, and then slowly sat down.

Yolanda lifted his shirt, exposing his chest. There were wounds, but what really caught her eye was his chiseled abs, the perfect V–line, his broad shoulders, and lean waist–he could easily pass for a fitness model.

Her fingertips felt a sudden tingle, and only then did she realize her move was a little out of line.

Ian bit his lip, his ears burning red. Finally, he gave up and turned away, clutching the hem of his shirt–like he’d just been taken advantage of.

Yolanda cleared her throat, locked her gaze on the bruises dotting his chest, and forced herself to stay calm.

“Anywhere else hurt?” she asked, pressing gently on the bruises and glancing up. “Did they crack a rib?”

a breath, yanking

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She stood up and said,

shirt

safe there. At the

before asking softly, “Won’t

then realized he’d misunderstood. She laughed, finding him kind of

my husband’s,” she explained. “It’s my brother’s. He looks tough, but he’s good to

looked down and stood up. “Got

his back,

ten minutes later, he emerged with

bit messy, and his arm muscles flexed subtly as he carried his backpack. His eyes were captivating, set in a face that spelled trouble–handsome

in the car, Yolanda drove to the

in a prime spot, right in the heart of Beloris–super valuable. Samuel must’ve put thought into picking this when he

stories and a well–manicured garden.

awkward stepping into the big house. He looked calm, almost

the setting. “Come here,” she said. “I’ll add both our fingerprints to the system, so we

down his backpack, took off

his. Once they were done, a voice prompt

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prompt sounded kinda suggestive. She took a deep breath, pushing away the strange

voice steady. “You like boxing, right? I’ll grab a heavy bag and pro gloves. Pick any room and make it

had plenty of space. He’d be alone here,

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