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Chapter 45: Shadows of the Past

作者: babymo1909
last update 公開日: 2025-08-25 21:51:51

The study of Musk Mansion glowed dimly with firelight, tall shelves casting shadows that seemed to listen more closely than men. Outside, rain lashed against the windows, but within, only the slow tick of a clock and the crackle of the hearth filled the silence.

Don Victor sat in his high-backed chair, a glass of amber wine untouched in his hand. He swirled it absently, not for the taste but as if searching its depths for something lost. His gaze was fixed on the young man before him.

Zogo sat
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    “So from now on, we’ll need to sleep in the same room.”Amara looked at Zogo again after hearing those words, her thoughts pausing slightly as she quietly processed what he meant. This time, her gaze remained on him longer than before. Her expression stayed calm as always, unreadable and composed, yet internally, she could not deny that the situation still felt unfamiliar to her.They were married now.This was Zogo’s mansion, his room, his space. And no matter how unfamiliar the situation still felt to her, Amara could not deny that what he said was reasonable. By every right, a husband and wife sharing the same room was completely normal. Even if part of her still needed time to adjust to it,she knew there was no reason for her to argue against it anymore.In the end, Amara quietly lay back down without arguing further. Exhaustion from everything that had happened earlier slowly returned to her body, making her eyelids feel heavy again as she pulled the blanket slightly higher aroun

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    The room seemed to shrink around them, the fire’s glow flickering against old stone walls. Don Victor’s glass remained untouched in his hand, though the ice had already melted, thinning the amber liquid within. For the first time that evening, his eyes left Zogo’s face and drifted toward the darken

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