Liam heard the soft knock on the door. Sensing Arabella's scent, he knew who was out there. He stood up from the couch abruptly and rushed to the door. His smile broadened when he saw Arabella looking pretty on his porch.

 

“Did I keep you waiting for long? My father just left home to have his daily booze.” Arabella said in an apologetic tone.

 

Liam leaned on the door frame. “Did he hit you again?”

 

Arabella shook her head. “No. He said I have been a good girl for days now.” She smiled.

 

Liam pulled Arabella into his apartment. “I am glad he didn’t hit you.”

 

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