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"Last time I checked, I didn't owe you an explanation," she retorted, giving him a disdainful look. Her voice wavered slightly, but she refused to show any signs of vulnerability in front of him. Amidst the charged atmosphere, the scent of tension hung heavily in the air, mixing with the faint aroma of the cologne Athos wore. "Do you even know what that bastard was saying about you? He planned to take advantage of you, and what the hell were you thinking while doing those dirty moves on the dance floor? Were you trying to get laid with some random guy? Is that what you've become now?" he snarled, his face contorted with rage. Rylee's heart raced, her breath hitching in her throat as she tried to steady herself against his relentless onslaught. She could feel his hand pressing against h

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