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Chapter 114

Penulis: Feesa
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‎LUCA

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‎She said she was fine.

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‎But she wasn’t.

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‎I knew Isadora too damn well by now—not just her smiles, her sighs, the subtle shifts in her posture when she was tired or thinking too hard—but the way she lied.

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‎Because she was a terrible liar.

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‎And that smile she gave me? It was just that—a cover. A shield.

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‎I watched her a second longer, her eyes flicking back to the phone like it burned.

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‎He looked familiar to her.

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‎She didn’t say it out loud, but I saw it in the way her shoulders stiffened, the pause too long before her answer. Something about that face hit her memory hard, and she buried the reaction faster than she thought I’d notice.

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‎But I always noticed.

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‎Because I paid attention.

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‎Because ever since I put that ring on her finger, I’d made it my business to protect her—whether from enemies or memories she didn’t want to face.

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‎I set the phone down, leaned closer, brushing her hair away from her cheek, even though my pulse had picked up slightly. “You
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