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9. THE FIRST GIFT REJECTED

Penulis: Frya Isaac
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-03-15 15:46:23
Adrian dropped the phone onto the nightstand, the screen still glowing with Vanessa’s name before it faded to black. The suite at the Hudson View Inn felt smaller than ever. Lydia’s words echoed, “I don’t need you.”

John cleared his throat from the doorway. “Sir, if you need anything else—”

“Leave,” Adrian said. “I need time alone.”

John nodded and slipped out, the door clicking shut softly. Adrian leaned back against the sofa, closing his eyes. The drone feed from the bakery played on his l
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Geez....horrible person he is!
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