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Devon stood indifferently with a blank expression that made it difficult to read his thoughts.
“Are you really going to let me do this?” Lutha paused midway, unable to forge ahead but Devon remained rooted to the spot.
“You know what? This is your cross, you should carry it.” With this, Lutha exited the room, leaving Devon to handle the situation.
With a smug expression, He approached her on the bed and for a reason, his fury kept intensifying each moment he tried to take off her dress. He needed to exert his aggression but he was sane enough to not do so on an unconscious lady. After what seemed like forever, he finally pulled the dress off her shoulder, revealing her slender neck.
He paused for a while and made up his mind to do it, reminding himself that it wasn't th
