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    Leif let out a quiet sigh in his mind. Working for Norton always felt like tiptoeing on ss.


    The driver took over quickly, and the ride was smooth. Yvonne clung to Norton like a second skin, refusing to let go. Norton sat stiffly, clearly annoyed.


    Motorcycles were one thing, but who exactly was Mr. Marsh?


    The question grated on him. He nudged her arm, trying to push her away.


    Yvonne didn’t catch on. Instead, she tightened her grip, hugging his arm like a pillow.


    With her pressed against him, Norton couldn’t ignore the sensation. Her curves were impossible to miss.


    He hated to admit it—but she really did have the figure she always bragged about.


    Norton shifted in his seat, restless, equal parts irritated and distracted by her clingy, unexpectedly sweet behavior.


    For a while, he simply watched her sleep.


    By the time they pulled into the driveway, she was still out cold. Once the car was parked, Norton lifted her into his arms and carried her inside.


    She instinctively snuggled into him, drifting deeper into sleep without resistance.


    As always, heid her gently on the bed, drew the curtains, and retreated to the guest room for the night.


    He would deal with this in the morning.


    Determined, Norton woke up early the next day.


    After a long workout, he waited at the dining table, yet there was still no sign of Yvonne.


    She hadn’t taken anything for her hangover, and after the previous night’s drinking, she was feeling miserable and had slept inte.


    Norton’s patience wore thin. He eventually headed upstairs.


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    He knocked on her door but didn’t wait for a reply before stepping inside.


    A small shape was curled beneath the nkets, and the sight tugged a reluctant smile from him.


    “Hiding from me already?” he muttered. “Too scared to face the music?”


    No response. His expression shifted. He pulled the nket back.


    Nudging her, he asked, “Yvonne? Hey, are you sick?”


    She blinked up at him slowly, still dazed, his concerned faceing into view.


    “Huh? What’s going on?”


    She was still disoriented, unsure what all the fuss was about.


    Norton reached over, brushing her forehead with his palm. His voice grew tense. “You’re burning up. Come on, I’m taking you to the hospital.”


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