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Chapter 11

Author: Mirage Sha
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-09 02:33:24

May POV

After deciding that I’m gonna take John’s offer that same day, I realized I had no means of contacting John.

I just thought that maybe after the 72 hours ultimatum he gave me , he would be back and I guessed right.

Seventy-two hours,

That’s how long it took for John Bells to waltz back into my life. Not through a screen, not in a dream, not whispered in some breathless rumor.

In person.

At the damn café.

It was a rainy afternoon, the kind that dragged in sluggish customers with wet coats and impossible coffee orders. I was refilling napkin holders and trying to shake the ache in my lower back when I heard the familiar chime of the door.

I didn’t look up at first.

Didn’t have to.

There was a tension that came with him. A shift in the air. Like the world itself adjusted to make room for his ego.

I exhaled, grabbed the closest rag, and headed for the counter.

“Let me guess,” I said without glancing at him. “Tall black coffee, with a large shot of arrogance on the side?”

“Actually
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