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At dawn, a cool sensation brushed against her chest, like a gentle kiss. Amanda was still half-asleep, but she instinctively pulled the person in her arms closer, gripping their fingertips, her voice filled with husky tenderness: “Horace, stop teasing me...” But as soon as she finished speaking, her body suddenly stiffened. That hand... Horace had worked as a caregiver and endured hardships from a young age, leaving a thin layer of calluses on his hands. Even after she showered him with endless care and even commissioned someone to develop a specially formulated hand cream, those calluses remained like indelible marks of time. She had gently caressed his fingers during every intimate night, filled with tenderness. But now, the skin she held in her hand was too delicate... A sudden rush of images flooded her mind, and she jolted upright in bed. The scene in the room was indeed chaotic, with clothes scattered everywhere, and on the bed, where traces of intimacy lingered, Godfery lay na