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Chapter 80 Can't help himself.

Berielle’s POV:

I stared at Zen, my face flushed a deep shade of red. What was he even talking about?

He leaned back casually on the couch, arms resting behind his head, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "You really thought I didn’t notice? I may not be the most forward guy, but I do pay at...