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Chapter 113 What the Hell Kind of Drama Is This

Penulis: Lana Mora
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-06-16 21:03:00

It wasn't that she didn’t like him — it was that she knew there would be no happy ending, so she wouldn’t allow herself to like him.

Even in horror films, the main characters fight hard to survive till the end. And yet here she was, treating a romance like an apocalypse movie — with zero survival instinct.

But that didn’t mean she’d lost the ability to feel moved...

“I’m gonna get some booze.”

Sophia, feeling annoyed and unsure of what to say, turned and headed for the kitchen.

Candice walked over to the sofa.

She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but she thought she heard footsteps again outside.

She paused to listen carefully — nothing.

Must’ve been her nerves acting up after everything just now. Hallucinating sounds.

Sophia soon returned with some chilled beer.

“Whatever, if he wants to go on a blind date, let him. Our Candice is stunning on her own.”

Candice took the beer she handed over.

After a sip, she toyed with the condensation on the can. “To be fair, he really is... a
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