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CHAPTER 15: Return to the Unspoken.

작가: Daisy
last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-06-29 23:00:42

NATASHA’S POV

The airport was noisy, filled with travelers rushing to and fro, but I barely heard a thing. My ears still rang from the flight, and my body begged for rest. The humid air clung to my skin the moment I stepped outside, wrapping me in a familiar embrace I hadn’t felt in months.

I was too lost in my thoughts to notice the black sedan pulling up beside me until tires screeched and a voice yelled, “Get in, now!”

I jumped, nearly dropping my bag. My eyes darted toward the car. “Derick?” I blinked in surprise.

He leaned out the driver’s side, sunglasses pulled down slightly to reveal those deep brown eyes I remembered too well. “Yes, it’s me. Get in before some paparazzi spot you.”

I didn’t hesitate. Something about seeing him, someone so closely tied to the past I’d been trying to escape, was oddly comforting. I slid into the passenger seat, pulling the door shut behind me.

“Still dramatic, huh?” I said, buckling my seatbelt.

“Always.” He grinned. “Wow, Natasha. You look amaz
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