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"Miss Victoria!" he jolted when he heard her voice.

He looked like a lover caught red-handed.

Meridiana’s lips ended up wet against his cheek as he turned his head.

If Rousse could blush, he’d be redder than a tomato.

"This… isn’t what it looks like…"

"Oh, really?" Victoria couldn’t help teasing him.

She eyed the woman who had just pulled away. She was cute.

"Should I leave? Do you need some alone time with your girlfriend?"

"She’s not my girlfriend!" he even blurted nervously.

He didn