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Chapter 47

Author: Aysha Haven
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-12-21 22:34:42

Adriana's POV

The elevator ride felt too quiet. Zayn stood beside me holding champagne that had gone warm and flowers that were starting to wilt, his jaw tight, the kind of tension I recognized. Something was wrong and he was pretending it was not.

I unlocked my apartment and stepped inside, setting my laptop bag down by the door. He followed, placing the champagne on the counter with careful precision, like he was afraid it might shatter if he moved too quickly.

"Tell me what is wrong," I said, turning to face him.

"Nothing."

"Zayn."

He exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. "How was your dinner?"

"It was fine. The work team, we were reviewing data models for the new project." I paused. "Why?"

"Who was the man you came home with?"

Understanding hit me all at once. "You saw us."

"I saw you laughing with him, and I can see you are comfortable around him."

"That was Andrew. He is the marketing director leading the project. He walked me home because it was late and we had been
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