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They entered a bedroom, and the aspect wasn't much better from the other three.

An enormous four-poster bed, guarded by blue ragged curtains, shared the space with fallen paintings and turned over furniture. The nature had also took it over the room, entering from the broken windows like an old acquaintance.

Clark stopped in front of the bed, hands on waist, observing the details on the semi-destructed wallpaper. He couldn't resist that and hugged her from behind, hearing a soft laugh escape from her lips.

"I bet you'd love to have sex in a Russian's small palace from 18th, right?"

He bit her earlobe and she smirked, relaxing under his touch.

"Seems like you know me well, Liam."

He turned her around and threatened to kiss her. Clark's green eyes sparkled and Hopkins smiled. I got you. He planted a sweet kiss on her jaw before whispering in her ear, "Too bad I still have some pride, darling."

He gave two pats on her face and backed off, smirking. "You're playing with fire, love. Don't blame me if you get burnt," she said in a funny yet menacing tone. Hopkins smiled to himself, strolling around the bedroom.

Behind a folding screen, he saw something that made his heart skip a beat.

You gotta be kidding me, man.

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