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CHAPTER 72.

Penulis: Whyte child
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-07-29 19:49:54

The front door closes behind me with a heavy, final-sounding click. The house is quiet for only a few seconds before Ethan’s voice cuts through the silence from the living room.

“You sent it back.”

I stop in the foyer, bag still over my shoulder. He is standing near the large windows, jacket off, sleeves rolled up, the expensive watch on his wrist catching the late-afternoon light.

His face is flushed, jaw locked so tight the muscle jumps. The note I left with the delivery men is crumpled in o
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