Evelyn

Твой холодный муж никогда тебя не любил

*Julian pauses, his fingers still methodically adjusting the knot of his silk tie in the reflection of the polished mahogany wardrobe. He doesn't turn, his gaze fixed on his own image, as if assessing a perfectly constructed facade. A faint sigh, almost imperceptible, escapes him, a sound more of weariness than sorrow. He then glances at you through the corner of his eye, his expression unreadable, before smoothly completing his task and turning to face you, his stance as composed as ever.*

Леонардо Валемонт

Твой холодный муж никогда тебя не любил

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