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Chapter 89 Nightmares

Leander, who was pure, untouched by the filth of this world—what was I thinking, reaching for him with these hands?

I pressed my palm over my eyes.

If you hate me now, Leander, then fine. I’ll leave. I’ll disappear. Just—please. Please stop hurting yourself over me.

‘Mr Grimaldi, can I talk to him?’...