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Chapter 9_Does he makes you feel like this?

작가: Dee Butterfly
last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-07-24 04:03:22

Wren’s POV

“Whatever this is, I don’t want it. I don’t. I don’t—then why am I shaking?”

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The sky was already inky when the doorbell rang. I didn’t move. Not even a flinch. I sat in the middle of my bed, legs folded, textbook open but ignored, chewing the inside of my cheek raw.

I knew that sound. That ring. That rhythm.

Only one person ever pressed it thrice with a pause in between.

I waited.

My phone pinged. It was a message from dad.

Dad: won't be coming home tonight honey, work's crazy. Kai's on parent duty tonight. You guys should try not to burn the house down.

And then the front door creaked open. Of course he still had a key.

I didn’t bother going downstairs. If he wanted to babysit, let him climb the stairs and face his victim.

Footsteps. Slow, heavy, deliberate.

Then my bedroom door swung open.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just leaned on the doorframe with a plastic bag in one hand and a pack of juice in the other. He was wearing that button down shirt that always made
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