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A tough question

Penulis: Jojo
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-04-11 10:51:37

Evelyn’s POV

What on earth was going on right now?

Why was he acting like this?

Louis's fingers clamped around my wrist like a vice. I tried to wriggle free, but his grip tightened instead. My heart raced in my chest, thudding so loudly I feared he could hear it. I bit back a wince, eyes flickering with panic.

Then Samuel’s voice cut through the tension, calm yet laced with amusement. “Really?” he scoffed.

I turned to face him. He looked composed, confident—his posture relaxed, his eyes gleaming with defiance. There was something magnetic about him. He wasn’t the type to be easily intimidated, and oddly enough, I liked that. It felt...safe. For the first time in a long time, someone stood up to Louis—not with violence or aggression, but with steady calm. I must have chosen the right man to play this charade with. He was convincing. Maybe too convincing.

“She’s not going anywhere with you!” Louis snapped. His voice cracked the silence like a whip.

Samuel didn’t flinch. “Why not?” he sa
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