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Chapter 171

Author: Symplyayisha
last update publish date: 2026-08-24 07:10:38

ISABELLE

I had been lying awake for twenty minutes before I admitted the problem.

The craving had started somewhere around 3am — a slow, insistent pull toward something specific that I couldn’t quite name until Sage’s reel from last night surfaced in my half-asleep mind.

The truffle eggs benedict.

The wagyu.

The way the egg had broken open in the video, and the yolk had run golden and slow across the plate while the head chef described the dish in a voice that made it sound like a religious exp
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