CHAPTER 658
Author: LADY E
last update2026-11-06 17:40:24

The questions struck harder than the cold wind coming off the sea.

He took out the bracelet again.

"I don't want to take her away," he whispered, though Harrera was nowhere near him. "I just want her to know what happened. I want her to hear the truth before she makes a decision she can't take back or regret. You might have won, but she has the final say."

He stared at the bracelet for a long time.

Then he slipped it into his pocket.

He would not attempt a reckless crossing merely b
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