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ALMS TO LOVE CHAPTER 27

Author: MIKS DELOSO
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-29 16:05:59

Fiona's eyes opened to the gentle thrum of silence and the light of early morning seeping over the guest room carpet. She gradually pushed herself into a sitting position, still wrapped in the comfort of the cashmere throw, sleep blurring her eyes.

Her mind was cloudy but sharp enough for one thing to cut through: Liza. Guilt made its predictable appearance, so did determination.

She had to snap out of it. She needed a hot shower.

Hanging her legs over the bed, Fiona stretched—and frowned at once.

No bathroom anywhere in view.

She looked about. No door. No tile floor. Only pale walls and minimal furniture.

"Of course," she grumbled to herself. "Luxury and no bathroom."

She opened the guest room door and looked down the hallway. The penthouse was quiet. There was a hint of clean sheets and oak floors lingering in the air. She walked quietly down the hall, assuming Charles would not yet be awake. He did not seem the early riser type to her. Not that CEO brooding type.

She walked into th
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