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Chapter 70 – When I Said The Word Robbery

ผู้เขียน: Sharon Madu
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Lucia’s POV

The sharp sound of metal scraped against my ears. It wasn’t loud enough to startle me, but it was enough to make me tense. I had grown accustomed to the quiet hours in the room, the stillness that filled the spaces between my thoughts and breaths. But this was different.

I blinked, and then, slowly, the image came into focus. There he was, standing over me.

Dante.

His face was carved in an expression I couldn’t quite read. His jaw was tight, his eyes locked on mine with an intensity that made my chest tighten. He wasn’t just angry. He looked… broken. As if something inside him had snapped.

I shifted beneath the sheets, reaching out for him. “Dante,” I said with a soft laugh, trying to ease the tension. “You finally showed up.”

But he pulled away, and I literally felt my heart break. Had I done something wrong?

He’d been distant for days, locked away in his room and no one could tell me why.

“Talk to me…” I sat up, my fingers brushing his arm. “what’s wrong?”

The moment m
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