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Chapter 11

Author: Lisa
last update publish date: 2026-10-12 15:00:29

But something shifted in his eyes—something raw, something almost afraid.

Then his phone rang.

He glanced at the screen, and his jaw tightened. "I have to take this."

He rolled off the bed, pulling on his trousers in one fluid motion. I watched him pace to the window, his voice dropping low and clipped. I couldn't make out the words, but I could tell from the set of his shoulders that whatever it was, it wasn't good.

He hung up and turned back to me. His expression was unreadable.

"I have to go
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