Chapter 89

Natasha's POV

I gripped my coffee mug tightly, the scalding ceramic burning my palms red though I barely noticed.

"That perfume on you," I stared at him, my voice low but unmistakably trembling, "aren't you going to explain it?"

Alexander's brows furrowed into a knot. "What perfume?" He looked aw...

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