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Chapter 27

Penulis: Feesa
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VENUS

The air in the car was heavy. Not just with tension—but with the weight of everything that had just happened. And if there’s one thing I don’t do well, it’s tension. So, naturally, I broke it.

Aaron didn’t say a word when we got in. He just revved the engine and drove like he had somewhere urgent to be—even if that place was just away from the awkward silence.

“Thanks for that,” he said after a moment.

I nodded, eyes glued to the blur of streetlights. “No big deal.”

“Italian or Chinese?”

“I’m good with whatever,” I shrugged.

He didn’t press. A few minutes later, we pulled up at a quiet Italian restaurant. He ordered takeout while I stood beside him, arms crossed, pretending not to care that he still hadn’t said much. Then we headed back to the penthouse.

Aaron vanished down the hallway to freshen up, telling me to start eating without him. Normally, I’d wait—but I needed to rinse off the boardroom too.

About twenty minutes later, I walked into the kitchen barefoot, hair damp, dr
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