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CHAPTER 033

作者: Kat.E
last update 最終更新日: 2026-01-11 23:59:39
BETTY

After a full day of dust, drills, and paint samples, I still feel like the construction site clings to my skin.

My fingers smell faintly of fresh cement and marker ink, and my back aches from leaning over blueprints all day.

I should have gone home to shower, but Lucy can be very persuasive.

So now I’m here, walking into a rooftop bar downtown, the city lights flickering like gold beneath me.

I spot her immediately at the far corner—legs crossed, martini glass in hand, her blonde hair tied into a perfect bun.

She’s scrolling through her phone, her red lipstick the only pop of color on her otherwise bare face.

Even without trying, she’s the most beautiful woman in the room. The kind of beauty that gets her free drinks and confessions from strangers.

She looks up just as I approach, a smile spreading across her lips before she stands to hug me, kissing both my cheeks.

Her perfume wraps around me like something expensive and familiar as she grabs the stack of layouts that are slippi
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    BETTYI freeze outside the door, my breath caught somewhere between my chest and my throat.I force myself to look in and the sight steals whatever air was left in my lungs.The room looks like a battlefield, books scattered like fallen soldiers, and papers littering the floor in torn, angry flurries.Rhys stands in the middle of the wreckage, his mouth bleeding, his chest rising and falling fast, his eyes wild, the kind that carry more than fury.Harriette stands across from him, hugging herself so tightly that she looks as though she’s trying to keep her bones from shaking apart.“Are you okay, Grandma?” I whisper, rushing to her side before she can answer.Her skin feels cold under my hand, fragile in a way I’ve never felt before, and I slide my arm around her shoulders, rubbing slow circles to warm her.She gives a tiny nod, but her eyes dart toward Rhys, and that’s when I notice his hand—split and bleeding.“We should clean that,” she murmurs, her voice coming out thin and shaky.

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