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Chapter Twenty-six: Cold breakfast

Penulis: Sam A. Samuel
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-19 12:12:47

NADIA'S POV

Fabian Davenport ate my food like it was the best thing he had ever tasted.

From the first time I had watched him at the dining table, I was aware of the fact that he had a huge appetite, but today, he seemed to eat more than usual.

As he tore part of the baked chicken in his plate apart, I wondered if his hunger was caused by the swimming, or the flight from California down to Connecticut.

I settled for the latter.

“This…this is so good, Nadia. Thank you.” Fabian spoke through
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