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70: Ripening fruit

Penulis: Ahsia Risan
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-04-09 20:56:01

Adriana’s POV

I walked into the dining room, my eyes flickering from the grand table to Rafael seated at the head with his features calm but unreadable like he’d been waiting for me for hours. I was still annoyed from earlier., his cold words and the way he looked at me like I was nothing but a game and I wasn’t exactly looking forward to whatever this dinner was meant to be.

Still, I kept my steps steady and headed toward the seat beside him like nothing in the world was wrong. But just as I reached for the chair, I heard his voice all low, firm and quiet.

“Come here.” He murmured in a deep voice that sent zap through my soine.

“What?” I heard him alright but I acted like I didn’t even with the facial expression. I gave.

“Come. Here.” He looked up at me with those sharp and unreadable eyes and then he repeated with more empjasis.

I hesitated because every part of me was screaming not to. I didn’t like giving in to things I didn’t understand especially not when it came to Rafael.
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