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CHAPTER NINETY-FOUR: QUENTIN, THE DRUNK

Penulis: Vivienne
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-04-19 17:25:45
IRIS

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” I muttered under my breath as Layla catwalked toward us, in the same hair and dress color as me.

I mean, I could look past the dress because I didn’t really care about that. But… the hair?

Was she that much of a psycho that she would change the color of her hair?

“What are you doing, Layla?” I heard Maverick ask as she came to a stop in front of us.

Layla assessed me from my head to my toes, an amused smile playing on her lips, and then she turned to Maverick, an innocent, wide-eyed look on her face.

“Whatever do you mean, Mav?”

Maverick clenched his jaw, his gaze steady as he glared at her. “Layla.”

Layla let out a laugh, reaching for her hair to play with the strands. “Oh, you mean this? I wanted to try something new.” She pouted. “Are you upset? I know how much you loved my blonde hair. You said you never wanted me to dye it, remember?”

Maverick’s arm tightened around my waist, the only sign that Layla’s taunts were affecti
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