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The Stolen WifeThe Stolen Wife
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Chapter 222

As Maine was tidying up the bed sheet, she couldn't help recalling what had happened last night. He had never known that a person's kiss could be so hot, as if she was deeply imprinted in his bones. After washing the clothes, she put them into the washing machine. Maine had nothing else to do, so he sat beside the washing machine with his mobile phone and waited for the clothes. Outside the living room, the servants were chattering. "Yan, why did Mrs. Lincoln wash his clothes today?" Yan smiled mysteriously. "Let me tell you, Mr. Lincoln and Mrs. Lincoln may have a baby. Maybe, Mrs. Lincoln is pregnant now." "Really? Mrs. Lincoln said that? But I don't think Mrs. Lincoln is pregnant." Yan was speechless at these girls. "Mrs. Lincoln is so thin. Even if she has been pregnant for three months, you can't see it with your eyes!" The servant finished her work and whispered to each other. "Yan, you're too cruel. Mrs. Lincoln has always been spoiled by Mr. Lincoln, and he hasn't done

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