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136. Too Much Of Her Peace

ผู้เขียน: Anotida Mandemwa
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-08-31 23:08:01
The following morning, the world felt sharper. The sounds in the hotel lobby, the clatter of dishes at breakfast, even the scrape of her chair against the polished floor as she rose to leave—everything seemed amplified. Adrea’s nerves were humming, not with fear this time, but with a tightly wound anger she hadn’t fully acknowledged until she sat down at her poker table.

Felix had stolen too much of her peace already.

Every time he appeared, her chest constricted, her mind scattered. She had caught herself replaying his words long after he’d spoken them, picking apart his smirk, his deliberate tone, as if he had the right to twist her emotions. But he didn’t. He had no right at all.

She sat straighter in her chair, waiting as the dealer shuffled the deck with practised precision. Across from her, players were laughing quietly, their chips clacking as they prepared for another long day. Aris was watching from the sidelines, his gaze brushing over her as she settled in. He gave her a sma
Anotida Mandemwa

I am going to stop here for today. I had fun. I hope you all have a lovely day/night. Again, thank you for reading this far. See you in the next chapter!

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