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CHAPTER 18

ผู้เขียน: Jane Samuel
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-06-28 04:36:16
ELIOT’S POV

“Welcome back home, Sir.”

The maid at the door greeted softly as i passed through. The empty and somewhat cold living room welcoming me as I did. Gone was Serena and Axel that had occupied the living room yesterday. Today they weren’t there, smiling or laughing like I had seen them.

And a smirk made its way to the edge of my lips as I remembered just how that ended yesterday; in yelling and crying.

Now that boat has sailed, good. Where was Axel and his little speech from yesterday, huh?

“Getting kicked out for sure,” I smirked. Finally having something to feel good about after the mess from yesterday.

All that exchange, yelling and all… just added to my already messed up day. Ruining the purpose for which I had returned home early yesterday. But good thing that ended well at least. Axel was sent out like the little lamb he was, and Serena… she locked herself up in the room.

All through to this morning.

“I hope she’s better now though, cause we have to talk about the upcomin
Jane Samuel

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