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The arrogance of her family nauseated Sophie.
Leander didn’t weaver albeit her grandfather clearly made it understood that he didn’t approve of the Abbé attending their diner.
Goodness, where else should he be tonight?
Sophie suddenly wished to punch the old man but quickly lowered her eyes.
God forbid that anybody ever read her mind.
She found Leander mildly smiling at her, and her face burned oddly.