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Hunter stood stock-still. He watched as her lips twisted and she eyed him like he was a filthy, disgusting creature.
"You have lost every right to touch me, Mr. MacIntyre."
Her tone threw him off his composure. He took a step back and lowered his hand. While he fisted his fingers as he couldn't feel her skin, she looked in his eyes with a hardness he was not used to seeing coming from her.
"Why are you here, Hunter? What made you waste five precious days of your life like that? I'm shocked to see you here honestly. Shouldn't you be in bed with your new wife, enjoying your time with her?" Hunter ignored her piercing tone and regarded her again.
She appeared more miserable than before. It was as if in these five days she lost more weight of hers.
When his eyes came back to her face,
