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CHAPTER FORTY

Damien stared at her with a slight frown on his face. He wasn't expecting her to react this way. "You don't want to see me?" he asked her, but she sighed and remained silent.

She did not respond as her eyes caught the sight of her purse in his hand. "You stole my purse?" she asked, reaching out to take it.

Her hand was stopped mid-air by his. His gaze burrowed through her eyes as if taking a look into her soul. He stepped forward, and she instinctively stepped backwards, confusion written all over her.

"Who hurt you?" he asked her, and she raised an eyebrow at him in puzzlement. She did not understand where he was heading to with his question. He took a handful of her lustrous hair and smiled as he felt its softness in his palm.

"You don't have the right to touch me!" Avery berated as she glared hard at him. She was angry, infuriated even. Right there, she wanted nothing more but to slap him right across the face.

How could he? How could he disappear into thin air like that only to ret
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