“Didn't I tell you not to follow me?” Christina knitted her brows. The reddened mark left by the tight grip on her porcelain-white wrist was easily noticeable.
When Nathaniel held up her hand to take a closer look, his eyes—hidden behind his sunglasses—brimmed with sympathy.
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