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Chapter 10: 41°F
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2025-06-17 02:21:36Adeline didn’t barge into the restaurant angrily from outside, and dinner went smoothly—until a minor incident unfolded on their way home.
As Wendy stepped out of the restaurant and was about to hail a cab, Asher suddenly called out to her, “Do you have the keys?”
“My dad’s leaving on a business trip tomorrow. He said he’d lend me his keys, but only when we get back tonight.”
Though they had exited the restaurant one after the other, the two naturally stood a meter apart outside. Wendy shook her head and edged closer to Asher, countering, “Don’t you have keys?”
“In my bag. In the car.” Asher shoved his hands into his pockets, his reply clipped.
His keys were in his training bag, which was in the trunk of the car—now driven off by Sam Wu. Wendy sighed, lowering her phone. Without keys, they couldn’t get in, so returning now would be pointless.
During dinner, Sam Wu had messaged Wendy, saying he’d be waiting at the hospital for Simone and migh
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