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My already unhealed incision, worsened by Julian's rough handling, throbbed with double the pain. I instinctively clutched my abdomen.
He froze, then roughly lifted the hem of my shirt, exposing the red, swollen surgical incisions on my abdomen.
"Julian Thorne, what the hell do you want?"
Furious, I slapped his hand away. Seeing him reach out again, I glared at him. "Don't touch me!"
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