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Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Things She Can’t Control

Author: Bea whitmore
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-04-30 21:46:27

The next few days passed quietly.

Too quietly.

No late-night meetings.

No unexpected conversations.

No moments that felt too close.

On the surface, everything had returned to normal.

But Amelia knew better.

Silence didn’t mean safety.

It just meant something was waiting.

She kept to her routine.

Arrive early.

Work efficiently.

Leave on time.

No lingering.

No risks.

And most importantly—

No being alone with him.

It worked.

For a while.

“Miss Charles.”

Amelia looked up.

Elise stood beside her aga
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