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Alas, this charming little darling, is really a handful.
Yves King's gaze was intense as he tenderly watched over Maeve's serene little face, his heart naturally overflowing with deep affection. His rough fingertips gently caressed her cheek, releasing a faint sigh of regret. How great would it be if Maeve were truly his own daughter?
The moment he received the medical report, Yves King had never imagined that the same type of blood coursed through his and Maeve's veins. Initially, he even harbored the thought, suspecting there was a genuine blood relation between Maeve and himself.
Unfortunately, he was well aware in his mind that there had never been anything between him and Wendy. Unable to help it, he consoled himself and dismissed the thought. Meanwhile, he muttered to himself with irritation, thinking if only he had been more shameless back then.
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Meanwhile, in that distant frontier.
