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Chapter 52

Penulis: Memo Harbor
After Natalie's coaxing, Diana found herself reluctantly persuaded. But logic had little to do with it. Hunger ruled her decision.

The moment she remembered the photos Cyrus had once sent—steak, lobster, desserts, and fruit—her mouth watered uncontrollably. Her pride and stubborn dignity crumbled before the lure of food. Everything could wait.

She pulled out her phone, found Cyrus' contact, and tried to soften her tone as she recorded a voice message.

Meanwhile, Cyrus lounged on the sofa, watching television. Almost every major station worldwide had gone off-air, but he had pre-downloaded a trove of classic films and variety shows to fill the endless hours.

His phone buzzed. Seeing Diana's name, he smirked. "So her fragile pride has finally cracked."

He opened the message, and her syrupy, trembling voice filled the room.

"Hmph, Cyrus, you nasty brat! So many days and you didn't even check on me. You're terrible! It was just those few words the other day. I already regretted sayin
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