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Chapter 34: Eyes Across the Room

ผู้เขียน: Jasmine Sheng
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2026-01-18 19:00:35

Adrian’s POV

Cloud Top hadn’t been part of the plan today.

Marissa had suggested it, and I agreed because lately, she’d been… fragile. The media had begun stirring up old rumours again, the same headlines that once destroyed her reputation.

Homewrecker. Mistress. Other woman.

It wasn’t the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last.

But this time, the way she withdrew, the way her voice tre

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