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Chapter 11

Yifa's POV

He gestured for me to enter the closet, and cautiously, I moved towards him, hoping it was all just a playful tease. In this moment of seclusion, I yearned for him to reveal his genuine self, one with a compassionate heart. Yet, deep down, I knew better than to raise my expectations too high..

As I hesitated, my steps hesitant and slow, he impatiently closed the distance between us and forcefully gripped my arm, his touch more forceful than necessary. His words dripped with harshness, "You're unbelievably slow. Can't you pick up the pace?" His unkindness was palpable.

With a shove, he pushed me into the room. As I glanced around, my suspicions were confirmed it was indeed a spacious walk-in closet. The closet seemed vast, divided into two sections, with a large vanity mirror occupying the center, adorned with an array of beauty products. Behind the mirror, there was a comfortable couch, spacious enough for two individuals.

"It appears the couch will suffice for you. Afte
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