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Chapter 29

作者: Josh OA
last update 公開日: 2026-03-29 16:21:16

POV: Nora

Jade left.

Not dramatically, not with words. She simply looked at Marcus standing in the doorway, then at me, then made the calculation that whatever was about to happen was not a conversation she needed to be part of. She picked up her bag from the terrace railing, said nothing to either of us, and walked past Marcus through the door without touching him.

He watched her go. Then he looked back at me.

The shock was still present in his face, not fully processed, the particular exp
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