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Chapter 33: Dear stranger

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♡♡Louis POV♡♡

I walked out of the company building without looking back.

The glass doors closed behind me, cutting off the murmurs of the staff and the curious glances that had followed me through the lobby. My footsteps struck the marble floor with sharp, deliberate force as I crossed the entrance hall.

No one dared stop me.

No one dared ask what had happened.

Good.

I wasn’t in the mood to explain why my father had just given me three weeks to produce a wedding invitation, as if my life
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