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Chapter 258

Penulis: Adam Carlos
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Next day

The apartment was quiet. Too quiet.

Adam stepped out of the bathroom, but he froze halfway.

Clark was inside his bedroom.

Again.

Adam blinked once. “You got lost, Harvard?”

Clark didn’t even flinch. He was crouched by the dresser, one of the lower drawers already open. He was… putting things in it. Neatly. Folded shirts. Socks.

“I needed space,” Clark said, like it was the most logical thing in the world. “Your guest room is tragic. One drawer squeaks, the closet smells like cedar and regret, and I’m pretty sure the bed frame’s older than the Constitution.”

Adam crossed his arms. “That don’t explain why you’re touchin’ my shit.”

Clark shut the drawer gently. “Relax. I didn’t touch your side.”

“I don’t have sides. It’s all my shit.”

Clark stood, adjusting his glasses. “Right. Of course. All yours. Including the toothpaste, the whiskey, the Wi-Fi, and half the bed.”

Adam stepped forward. “You don’t live here.”

Clark tilted his head, eyes innocent. “Could’ve fooled me.”

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