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Chapter 39- Roses Don’t Fix Crimes

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Kaela’s POV

Rhett did not stop.

By the time I reached the studio each morning, roses were already there. Not one bouquet. A pile stacked by the door, as if the building itself had been claimed.

Security moved them before clients arrived. Rhett replaced them before lunch.

Gifts followed. Expensive boxes left at reception. Bags delivered to my office with cards that called me his “future Luna.”

He also waited outside. Not hiding. Not ashamed. He stood near the entrance like a guard and spoke my
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