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CHAPTER 116: Open The Door

작가: Lady Sheldon
last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-07-09 08:04:37

I didn’t know how to leave my room. Like, physically, yeah—I could walk over to the door, twist the knob, and just… go. But mentally? Emotionally? I was glued to the bed, paralyzed under the soft weight of my own thoughts.

I didn’t even do anything productive. Not like I picked up a book or decided to clean or rearrange the pile of clothes I’d been pretending wasn’t growing in the corner. Nope. I just sat there. I laid there. I rolled around, covered myself with my blanket, kicked it off, groaned into my pillow, stared at the ceiling fan as it spun in lazy circles like it was mocking me.

I wasn’t even sure what time it was anymore.

All I knew was that the air in the room felt heavy, like it knew something had happened too. Like even the fucking walls were gossiping about me and Ethan now. God.

The memory of the kiss—the way he said “good girl” in that low voice, the way his hands moved like he already knew every inch of me—kept replaying in my head on loop.

I pulled the p
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