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Chapter Forty-Two

ผู้เขียน: Maya Adams
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Richard

I felt a little bit of relief now. Emilia seemed okay, and I was okay too.

After everything that happened, after all the shouting, the hurt feelings, the coldness between us,just hearing her voice so calm and seeing her smile again made me breathe easier.

It was like a heavy weight had been lifted off my chest. Things weren’t perfect yet, but they were better. And that was enough for now.

I leaned back a little and looked at her. She was seated on the couch in her office, her hands gently resting on her desk. She looked calm, peaceful even, but I knew her well enough to still be worried.

What happened last night wasn't something anyone could easily brush off, especially not her. But still, she had this strong way of holding herself together.

"I'll make it up to you, I promise," I said, keeping my voice low and sincere. I meant it with every part of me. She deserved that, at the very least.

"With what? A French toast?" She teased as she gave me a wink.

"Okay, good one," I co
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