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Chapter 56 Just An Obstacle

作者: Nayko Ayasame
last update 最終更新日: 2025-12-14 18:17:15

The inside of Liam’s studio was quiet, the only sound the soft rustle of paper. The party's laughter and music felt a world away. He stood in the center of his hidden room, the secret heart of his studio. The massive collage of Evelyn’s face loomed over him, a beautiful monument to a love he had never been brave enough to claim. The memory of her accepting his brother’s proposal played behind his eyes on a cruel loop, each time sending a fresh wave of agony through him.

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