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A serious bug "While saving a canvas, in rare cases the saved file may be lost if another program accesses the saving file." is dicovered in Ver.1.2.5 and earler verions.
As we have not received any reports of this bug to date, we believe that the occurrence rate is low, but we cannot deny the possibility that your valuable works will be lost, so we released the corrected version as a test version.
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This is a technical preview version of SAI Ver.2.
Please remember this version will includes some bugs and inconveniences because this version is under development.
Please do not use this version if you want to use stable version.
And, this version requires basic skills for Windows operation.
Please never use this version if you have not basic skills for Windows operation.
She stayed. She held a cold cloth to his head, made him drink ginger tea, and read aloud from the ridiculous romance novel she’d hidden in her nightstand. He complained the entire time. But when she tried to leave for water, his hand—hot and weak—caught her wrist.
It began with a signature—not in blood, as the legends warned, but in crisp black ink on a twenty-three-page nondisclosure agreement.
For a long moment, he didn’t answer. Then: “Because you were crying. And I found that I did not like it.” Leo’s surgery was a success. Lena stayed at his bedside for three days, and when she returned to the penthouse, she found that the chef had been instructed to make her mother’s chicken soup recipe—the one Dorian must have found in an old email she’d sent to a friend. A blanket was draped over her usual reading chair. A framed photo of Leo as a child sat on the nightstand.
Dorian Black—billionaire, monster, contract killer of hearts—smiled. Not the sharp smile of a predator. Something softer. Something human.
“This is a violation of clause seven,” he murmured against her mouth.
The woman apologized.
“Go away,” he croaked.
His composure cracked. Just a little. Just enough. “Then we tear up the contract. And you stay because you want to. Not because you owe me anything.”
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Contract Marriage With The Devil Billionaire Apr 2026
She stayed. She held a cold cloth to his head, made him drink ginger tea, and read aloud from the ridiculous romance novel she’d hidden in her nightstand. He complained the entire time. But when she tried to leave for water, his hand—hot and weak—caught her wrist.
It began with a signature—not in blood, as the legends warned, but in crisp black ink on a twenty-three-page nondisclosure agreement.
For a long moment, he didn’t answer. Then: “Because you were crying. And I found that I did not like it.” Leo’s surgery was a success. Lena stayed at his bedside for three days, and when she returned to the penthouse, she found that the chef had been instructed to make her mother’s chicken soup recipe—the one Dorian must have found in an old email she’d sent to a friend. A blanket was draped over her usual reading chair. A framed photo of Leo as a child sat on the nightstand. contract marriage with the devil billionaire
Dorian Black—billionaire, monster, contract killer of hearts—smiled. Not the sharp smile of a predator. Something softer. Something human.
“This is a violation of clause seven,” he murmured against her mouth. She stayed
The woman apologized.
“Go away,” he croaked.
His composure cracked. Just a little. Just enough. “Then we tear up the contract. And you stay because you want to. Not because you owe me anything.”
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Thank you for your understanding.
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