Chapter 42 Cutting Off Your Nose to Spite Your Face

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Yanked back against her will, Alicia shot Carlos an icy glare, seething with frustration. "What exactly did you say to them?" she demanded, gripping the railing as she watched the women whispering below. Their mocking stares made her skin crawl. But Carlos, ever the sly fox, merely turned away, ignoring her as the waves lapped below under the starlit night. "Hey! Tell me!" Alicia pouted, her eyes wide with exaggerated pleading as she stared up at him. Carlos chuckled darkly. "That's for me to know." Alicia huffed and kicked at the sand. Mid-summer warmth usually scorched at over 30°C, yet here, the breeze held a crisp 20°C chill. A biting ocean gust cut through her flimsy outfit—a white tee and flowing skirt that bared mere inches of ankle. She shuddered violently, sneezing hard enou

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