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・C H A P T E R 24・
It was noon when Asya finally stumbled into the living room, and from where Roman sat on the couch, he almost laughed at the sight. She looked as confused as a chameleon on a rainbow, her hair tangled, clothes creased, eyes sleep-heavy.
'What time is it?' she yawned, stumbling into the living room.
'Late.' he replied, running his hands distractedly through his hair. 'I was about to make dinner.'
She averted her gaze and flopped down on the couch next to him, crossing her legs.
'Hungry?' he asked, watching her reaction intently, looking for clues that what had plagued his thoughts for most of the day had any basis in reality. She shook her head forcefully, chewing her bottom lip.
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