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"Who, who is your woman?" Faye Owen listened to his domineering and unreasonable demeanor, his imperious proclamation of her as his woman. She didn't know why. Far from being repulsed, there was a certain sweetness in her heart.
"Oh, we've been intimate," Yves King laughed, "What, you're planning on leaving me and pursuing someone better?"
"Yves King, are you begging for death?" Faye Owen blushed angrily, fiercely stepping on Yves King's foot, "You...you think I'm... promiscuous...?" Her words froze half-way, remembering the irregularities she had noticed that morning till now, she still couldn't confirm whether something had happened between them or not. Embarrassed, she swallowed the rest of her words.
