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CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

Penulis: Vivah_writes
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2025-10-15 23:52:54

The students straightened in their seats, the air thickening with an unspoken tension that only Ava seemed to fully understand.

“Good morning,” Dr. Reid said evenly, his tone smooth but clipped. He carried a few files in his hand, his gaze sweeping across the class before landing—briefly—on her.

Her breath caught.

Jason didn’t move, still standing beside her, and for one agonizing second, Dr. Reid’s eyes flicked from him… to her… and back again.

“Am I interrupting something?” he asked, his voic
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