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CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN_ CLAIRE’S POV

作者: Claire Ree
last update 公開日: 2026-02-25 21:25:12

Eva didn’t belong in this space of ringing phones and hurried footsteps_ that was clear as day.

I kept my voice even when I acknowledged her. “Eva.”

Several employees glanced up briefly before returning to their work.

No one lingered. No one even whispered.

The lack of an audience seemed to unsettle her more than anything else.

“I thought we should speak privately,” she started. “After last night.”

“I’m working.” I retorted.

The words came naturally, because they were true.

Eva looked around
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Jhoyen Domingo
MISTRESS OVER DOORMAT WIFE!!!
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lindabilbo
Author,make Claire a strong and independent woman,it’s time she grow balls and tell Eva and weak as husband to go to hell,it’s time she stand up for herself,author you made her weak to let Eva come into her house through her in a guess room so she is the lady of the house and sleep with her husband
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ahnkitomi
lmao I - she 'suddenly realized' something she has been explicitly told to her face THREE TIMES ALREADY?
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