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Chapter 8: Masochist

Author: Meme-Girl
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-11-26 15:11:21

Without another word, I bent down to pick up the pieces, placing them into the cart.

Why today of all days? And in front of the whole family. I could feel their judging eyes on me.

I knew no one was coming to save me this time. It's not like I even deserved saving. I caused this mess myself, but did I really deserve this punishment?

"Ouch." I winced as one of the shards sliced my finger.

"Cal, that's enough. Let her go get a broom," Mrs. Hanson said, her voice soft and empathetic.

"Are you worried, Mom?" Calhoun answ"

"Yes, I am. Now let her be," she retorted.

The moment I paused to sneak a peek at him, his gaze darted coldly into mine, expression gloomy.

What did I ever do to this man?

I only sniffed his pillows. Just his pillows.

Was admiring him from afar better?

I hurried back to picking up the pieces the moment his stare intensified.

In my rush, I got a splinter from the glass.

This time, I knew not to make a sound. I gritted my teeth and endured the prickling pain.

"Sir, the win
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