Sheila had dropped glaring hints that she knew, which Chuck tacitly acknowledged with a lowered gaze. Her curiosity was insatiable, her dreams filled with happy speculation over what hair color her babies would inherit. She wished she could steal his smiles and keep them in a box, they had always been so precious. Everything proclaimed the mischievous propensities of the recent occupants of the chamber. ‘Do not move, messieurs, or I shall be compelled to blow off your head.
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