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Chapter 248: Harsh Morning

Author: Avvi Keller
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When I woke up, the space beside me was empty.

For a second, I didn’t understand why my chest felt tight or why the air felt different. Then everything from last night slammed into me all at once, and regret hit so hard I had to squeeze my eyes shut.

“Fuck, Anastasia… are you actually losing your mind now?” I whispered harshly to myself.

My heart pounded as I sat up, the cold morning air biting at my skin. And that’s when I saw him.

Regan.

He was crouched near the small fire, trying and failing to cook something in a battered pot. His hair was a mess, his shirt half‑buttoned, and his hands…

His hands were covered in small cuts and fresh red marks. I almost laughed because he looked ridiculous but the memory of what happened last night stopped the sound in my throat. The embarrassment, the confusion, the shame… it all rushed back.

I looked down at myself—and froze.

I was clean. My skin. My hair. Even the blanket beneath me. Someone had wiped away the mess I had yesterday.

He had. The r
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DIVYA
people say women don't speak straightforwardly but here this man Regan is not clear with his words. you just have to talk .
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