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Ask Me

Penulis: Edur Dumebi
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-09 20:25:22

CHAPTER 11

POV: Mia

The east garden at five o’clock was empty.

Almost.

Ryder was already there, of course he was, sitting on the stone bench at the far end with his elbows on his knees and his eyes on the ground. Not his phone. Not a book. Just sitting with whatever was in his head, the way he did when he thought nobody was watching.

She stopped at the entrance.

Watched him for a moment he didn’t know she was taking.

This was the thing about Ryder when his guard was down, when the controlled st
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