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Chapter 143 - Bijou’s Blessing

Author: Anney GW
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Vienna’s POV

"Hey," Raphaël said, his voice low and husky. "This isn’t charity, okay? I need help at the bakery, and you need a place to stay. There’s mutual benefit here. That’s all this is."

I swallowed hard, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. The way he looked at me… it didn’t feel like that was all this was.

"The room’s been empty for years," he added. "I just haven’t put it on the market. Why don’t you at least have a look before you decide to bolt?"

His tone was calm but direct. Despite every red flag in my overthinking brain, I found myself nodding.

"Fine," I muttered. "Show me the room."

He gave me a small, satisfied smile and led me past the eclectic living room into a short hallway. There were three doors. He opened the one at the end. I stepped through—and stopped in my tracks.

This room was… me.

The walls were painted a calming, warm sage. A vintage writing desk sat beneath the window, complete with an old reading lamp and a collection of herbs in hand-painted pots. A
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