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Chapter 41: The Message That Never Came

Author: Marvey_pearl
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-05-14 03:00:02
Just a few hours after the fun moment they shared in the boutique, Caden had gone further to ask Isla to have dinner with him while they sat quietly in the car, on his way out.

He sounded so calm and sincere, without pressure, and Isla looked at him, observing how he seemed so much more serious and so much less playful.

Then, after a short pause, with a single nod and a faint smile, she agreed.

They arrived at the place at exactly 6:47 PM.

The sky was already shifting into hues of burnt orange.

Isla, unfastened her seatbelt, stepped down from his car, and instinctively turned her head toward what she assumed would be their usual cozy lunch bistro, but the building before her made her pause.

Her gaze floated from the glowing rooftop down to Caden, who was now standing beside her, watching her like he had been waiting for this exact moment all day.

She blinked twice in confusion.

“This… isn’t where I thought we were going,” she murmured in half-wonder, wearing a tentati
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