Although Dylan believed he could hide the fact that he was the man in the incriminating photograph, he felt safest if the book was in his hands.
With that thought in mind, he approached Arielle, planning to take the book away from her while he handed her the cup of coffee. Alas, Arielle placed the book on the couch where she sat. Dylan could only watch the book as though it was a ticking time bomb.
Arielle received the coffee from him and took a sip. Her eyes lit up in delight. She did not know that the king could brew a mean cup of coffee.
The body of this coffee is excellent!
Dylan’s eyes appeared to brighten in joy when he noticed her delight. He looked at her and asked, “Is the wound on your arm almost healed?”
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