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Chapter 48

Author: Lady
last update publish date: 2026-06-19 20:42:54

Lilian Roseforth POV

A few days after Marco left, Gabriel sent me a short note, asking if we could meet again—not at the busy tea house this time, but in the quiet garden behind the community hall where we had spoken after the charity event. He wrote simply that there was something he felt he needed to say, something he had kept partially hidden even now, and he hoped I would give him the chance to speak.

I agreed. I had learned by now that when Gabriel asked for something, it was never with pr
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