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Chapter XII : What’s Said and What’s Hidden

ผู้เขียน: Intana Meisya
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Rebecca’s POV

Gideon didn’t answer. Not right away.

Just stood there like someone had cut the strings that held him up. All the tension in his frame, all the quiet steadiness that made him feel immovable—it didn’t vanish. It just… shifted. Turned inward. Like he was folding into himself.

“Gideon,” I said again, softer now.

That snapped him out of it—barely. His jaw moved, once, like he was grinding something between his teeth.

“Did she say anything else?” Gideon asked, voice too calm.

I frowned. “Just that I wasn’t allowed to open it until the wedding day. And that it was… something I wouldn’t want.”

Gideon nodded once. Not like he understood—but like he’d expected that. Which made something in me twist.

“You’re doing that thing again,” I said.

“What thing?”

“That thing where you go all stone-faced and silent like you’ve just solved the end of a war campaign in your head and don’t want to tell the rest of us how it ends.”

A faint twitch at his mouth. “It’s nothing.”

“Gideon
Intana Meisya

Hi. It’s me, Chapter 12. Back with more tension, more silence-that-means-something, and a dash of emotional crisis. Anyway, thanks for reading — and remember: trust no one, except maybe the duck.

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