Chapter 1193:

“Because I could use a little lapdog.”

Suddenly, his hand shot up and clamped around her jaw.

The pressure was unbearable; she let out a muffled whimper. But the glare in his eyes rooted her in place like ice in her veins.

He forced her chin up, examining her features with unsettling focus.

“This face… looks about eighty percent like Sadie,” he murmured, tracing a path across her cheek with a ghost of a touch, though his expression stayed as frozen as ever.

Hailey’s hands balled into fists, nails digging so deep into her palms they nearly broke the skin.

Mortification surged through her—a raw, searing shame, unlike anything she’d ever known.

the heiress of the Burgess family. A remarkable doctor at Rosewood Hospital. When had

lash out. She couldn’t

in skin. If she pushed him too far, she was certain he’d end her life without a second

line between love and mania. Still, no

crumble beneath

left—and

and clasped the same hand

to her cheek, lips curling into a practiced,

“If…”

stay with you.” Her voice wavered,

either. Tossed me aside like I was

content live

fixed on the near-replica of the woman he loved, now putting on this pitiful charade—and

he jerked his hand free and

take Sadie’s

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