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109. Decoy...

Penulis: sammie
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-07-10 23:58:56

Morning light streamed through the curtains, filling Ava's room with a warm glow that highlighted her sheets. She slowly woke up, wrapped in the peaceful silence of her bedroom, still feeling the warmth of Alex’s touch on her skin.

The night before was intense, filled with unspoken emotions, need, and anger intertwined.

But now, it was morning. The real world crept back in.

Downstairs, laughter rose.

Pearl.

Ava pushed off the covers and sat up with a quiet groan, her shoulder aching. Her robe hung from the armchair. She slipped it on, cinching the belt tightly, willing herself to breathe past the pain.

The scent of coffee, and… was that bacon?, greeted her as she padded down the hall.

She paused in the kitchen doorway.

Alex sat at the marble island with Pearl perched beside him, her workbook spread wide across the countertop. His sleeves were pushed up, his wristwatch glinting under the morning light, and Pearl was mid-frown, pencil tapping her chin.

“I still don’t get it,” she grum
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