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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED: I’LL SAVE YOU A SEAT

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last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-04-23 22:07:51

IRIS

I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised that the moment things went south, Layla would swoop in and try to “fix” things.

But that still didn’t soften the hurt that I felt. Seeing Maverick wrap his arms around the girl that so obviously wanted him, was heartbreaking, to say the least. It pulled at something inside of me that shouldn’t have been pulled at all.

But I had to remind myself that Maverick wasn’t mine. And that even if he was, I deserved whatever he was dishing out at me right now.

Dwayne gave me a short glance, and I could see a hint of… worry or pity in his expression.

And then, shaking his head at the scene before us, he disappeared into the corner, heading toward Megan’s room.

I should’ve turned around. Should’ve taken one look at Maverick’s arms around her and left without saying a word. But I couldn't.

My legs had frozen in place. My lungs refused to work.

And my heart?

God, my heart was cracking wide open.

Layla turned slightly in mavericks arms, noticing me stan
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