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Susanna wasn't stupid.

The moment she realized Yvonne had no idea about her being with Hull, she couldn't stop thinking about it.

Why was Yvonne suddenly so desperate at the Black Gate, asking for people? It had to have something to do with Hull...

Back when she'd first met Hull, Susanna thought he was just another one of Ronald Quinn's subordinates.

But after spending time with him, she could tell Hull had his own power, and it was nothing to sneeze at.

She still didn't understand why he was so loyal to Ronald.

But one thing was clear: if Hull and Ronald ever ended up at odds, it'd be a nightmare for the Quinn family.

As long as Hull was loyal, he was Ronald's best guy. But if things went south, Hull would be a serious headache.

With all these stakes, it was no wonder Yvonne was freaking out if anything, Susanna thought she must be losing her mind with worry.

Hull suddenly spoke up, "You've got time to worry about other people?"

"Yvonne isn't just anyone," Susanna muttered.

She still wanted to call Yvonne.

Back when they hung out, Susanna had really liked her. Yvonne was genuinely a good person.

Hull sat down beside her, grabbed her arm, and pulled her right into his lap. Susanna squeaked, "Hey!"

"My juice almost spilled," she whined.

Seriously, this guy.

Always grabbing her out of nowhere, no warning at all.

on

Seriously, this man.

him away, but she was holding a glass of orange juice, and if she struggled too much, she just knew it'd spill all over

together, there was

the end, Susanna could only wriggle a little, awkwardly trying not to make a mess, until she just

After a while-

getting breathless, Hull finally let her go, sounding way too pleased with himself: "Not bad. Tastes like oranges.

Susanna's cheeks were burning.

wasn't for her... situation today, she was sure Hull would've

squeezed her thigh, his warm breath fanning over

take care of

"Four days," Susanna blurted.

Hull paused.".

11

started yesterday." The words were out before

stop herself, and she

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bet

under the

even saying? Content, belongs

She sounded almost... eager.

wasn't, though,

along the

Hull. She'd almost forgotten this whole

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was

Susanna stammered, desperate to change the