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Chapter 137

ผู้เขียน: Anney GW
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-08-14 14:36:44

OSTARA’S POV

Davina didn’t bother knocking. She flung my bedroom door open with the kind of determination people usually reserve for breaking into burning buildings.

“You have to get out,” she declared, striding in and going straight for the edge of my bed. “You can’t rot in here all day.”

I groaned into my pillow and dragged the blanket higher over my head. “Leave me alone.”

“Nope,” she said briskly, yanking the duvet back in one decisive motion. The morning light hit me full in the face, warm and merciless. “He’s already seen you, Ossie. Now it’s time to face him. You can’t let yourself be scared.”

I turned my head enough to see her. She was standing over me in denim shorts and a pale blue tank top, hair pulled up, eyes sharp. There was sympathy there, yes—but it was riding shotgun to something much firmer.

Conviction.

“Get up,” she said again. “You are Ostara Beaumont, founder and CEO of Harvest Bloom, a chocolate company that people are chomping at the bit to work for and with.”

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