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Chapter 9

Author: zayniiie
last update publish date: 2026-04-28 17:27:14

Chapter 9

Leilani's POV

I was still shaking so hard that Timothy had to stop for a second to drape his blazer over my shoulders. It was heavy, warm, and smelled exactly like him, covering up my wrinkled, mess of an outfit.

​As we walked out of the elevator, the lobby was dead silent. Every single person—the investors, the snobby receptionists, the guards—was staring at us. They’d never seen Timothy Beckett like this, looking completely wrecked over a girl who clearly didn't belong in thei
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