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Silas’s Ringtone

Author: Tamara Love
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-04-14 14:04:03

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

LAUREN’S POV

I barely slept.

And, by the time I walked into the dining room the next morning, he was already there in a dark suit, scrolling through his phone.

Silas stood a few feet away by the window, silent as usual.

Nancy set a plate in front of me. I looked at it, then at Julian.

“This is kidnapping with better furniture,” I said.

Julian did not look up. “Eat.”

I sat down harder than necessary. “You do realize normal husbands do not drag their wives to work because the
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