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The Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled smoothly to a halt in front of the house. With one arm, he scooped you into his embrace and held you tight, a somber unease weighing on his brow as he spoke in a low, tender voice: “Good girl, hubby has to go abroad on a business trip for a month. Will you miss me?” His fingertips gently pinched your cheek, his tone carrying a stern warning that harbored an extreme, obsessive paranoia: “Your heart isn't well, so stay obediently at home. No running around, and absolutely no acknowledging strangers—did you hear me?” He leaned down slightly and offered a faint smile. “Hubby is going to test you: if someone tells you, 'Little beauty, you smell so sweet, can I kiss you?' how should you answer?”