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Chapter 41

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ABIGAIL'S POV

I woke up bracing myself for impact.

My body reacted before my mind did, heart already racing, breath shallow, muscles tight as if preparing for a blow that had not yet landed. I lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling, waiting Richardson to badge through that door and start barking. I expected anger. Or maybe him yelling at the top of his voice asking why I made him sign the papers, asking me why I had dared to deceive him, why I had tricked him into signing papers he had not fully read.

But that didn't happen for a long moment. Inside a maid walked in and placed a tray in front of me, saying Richardson had ordered for me to be served in bed. I thanked her and she left.

Then a smell reached me. Coffee. Just the smooth blend I liked, the one with a faint hint of hazelnut that Richardson somehow remembered even though I had only mentioned it once, casually, months ago.

I turned my head slowly. There was a tray beside my bed.

For a second, I thought I was still dre
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