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Chapter 61- Chose the Risk

Penulis: A.F Stephen
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Celine's POV

Adrian came to me somewhere close to eleven p.m.

I was already halfway to exhaustion, restlessness stealing any ounce of sleep in me. I was getting tired of having to get the door at this point; four months of being sheltered and handled, of letting others do everything for you, did that to a person.

I opened the door anyway.

He stood there in his work clothes, his hair slightly disheveled like he’d run his hands through it one too many times. His eyes went straight to my face, then my arms, my shoulders—scanning me like he was looking for scratches I might’ve forgotten to mention. Maybe the mop of reporters somehow grabbed me from way up here.

I squirmed, feeling strange under his gaze.

“I heard about the noise earlier,” he said quietly. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m fine,” I said, stepping aside to let him in, not wanting to be rude. “Tired. But fine.”

He didn’t look convinced, but he followed me inside anyway. He stopped just short of the living room, his
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