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CHAPTER TEN

Author: Gabby Ajana
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-09 01:17:18
There was something familiar about his profile, but the alcohol and exhaustion made everything seem slightly unreal. Besides, she'd met so many people over the years at charity events and social functions that putting names to faces was now a chore she couldn't be bothered with unless it was necessary.

"It's a free country," Angela said, then immediately winced at how bitter she sounded.

If he noticed her tone, he didn't comment. Instead, he settled onto the adjacent stool and signaled the bartender. "Whiskey, neat. And whatever she's having."

"I can buy my own drinks," Angela said automatically, the response programmed by years of financial dependence followed by a day of stark independence.

"I'm sure you can. But maybe tonight you don't have to." His voice was gentle, not presumptuous, and something in his tone made her look at him more carefully.

"Bad breakup?" he asked, not looking at her directly.

Angela laughed, but there was no humor in it. "You could say that. Five-year bad br
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