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APOLOGY.

مؤلف: RomanWrites
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-04-04 22:54:37
CHAPTER NINETEEN: APOLOGY

"Hey there, Bluey." Louis passed a few grains into the bird cage, watching the little parakeet hop down from its perch to eat.

He'd named it Bluey because he wasn't creative and the bird was blue.

Then he sat on the chair by the window, and the black card in his pocket felt like it was burning through his skin.

Matteo Riva's number. Gold lettering. No name, just digits and that same symbol he'd seen on the card at the gala.

He couldn't let Lorenzo find this.
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🙄😒 - Looking at Lorenzo buy a Ferrari to make Louis forgive him instead of apologizing

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