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Chapter Sixty One

Penulis: Tee Growrich
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-07-19 23:45:23

Richard’s POV

It was already past noon when I finally pulled myself together and drove to the office.

Rain pelted the windshield as I sat at a red light, one hand gripping the steering wheel while the other tapped restlessly on my thigh. I hadn’t slept well. My mind had been a whirlwind of Camilla’s voice, the flash of fire in her eyes, the way she’d looked at me before storming out the night before. I hadn’t been able to breathe right since.

She didn’t just walk out of my house, she walked out of whatever fragile thing was building between us.

It hurt more than I was willing to admit.

And now, heading into work, I wasn’t sure how to face her. Would she even look at me? Would she pretend like none of it happened?

I couldn’t blame her if she did.

By the time I stepped into the building, I barely acknowledged the greetings I received. I was soaked, unshaven, and just barely holding it together. On the surface, I was the CEO. The boss. But inside… everything felt like it was fray
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