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Chapter Forty-One

Author: Jessicarachel
last update publish date: 2026-05-16 14:56:26

LOUIS

Celia’s sulking was beginning to irritate me.

She sat curled up on the couch with her arms folded tightly across her chest, her lips pushed into a childish pout that had lasted almost the entire evening. Every few minutes, she sighed dramatically as if waiting for me to comfort her, but I had already run out of patience hours ago.

I stayed quiet.

The only light in the living room came from the lamp beside me and the glow of my phone screen. My jaw tightened as I stared at the last message
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