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57 Help Me, Babe

Faye's POV

"Hahaha! You suck..."

Nate's devilish voice seemed to echo in my ears endlessly.

My heart ached. It hurt more than being wronged myself. I was gloomy all the way back with Leander.

The mood lingered even after we arrived at my apartment.

The apartment was our private space, shielded from outside disturbances, prying eyes, and all sorts of malice. Both Leander and I breathed a sigh of relief.

We both sank onto the couch, silent.

After a while, Leander let out a deep sigh.

"What a crappy day, huh?" He turned to look at me.

"Yeah..." I had to agree. For me, it was double the awfulness.

"Maybe I should get out of this damn training gear. It might make things a bit better."

With that, Leander started to peel off his football gear. He winced as he moved, letting out a groan.

"Ouch! Damn... Nate really went for it," he moved his arm. "Faye, honey, could you give me a hand?"

I helped Leander free his arm from the gear. "You were a bit reckless just now."

Leander admitted, "But Nate
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