Chapter 8

Weylin was about to turn back and leave the place when his eyes fell on someone, leaving him thunderstruck. 

Garaine Jones was standing at the door, surrounded by the kids. Crouching, she was laughing heartily while the kids seemed to complain to her about something. Her long, jet black hair which was tied into a high bun moved a bit, as she laughed. A few naughty locks fell on her r

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