Eloise stood near the couch, her chest rising and falling quickly, fingers gripping the hem of her oversized shirt. Dino hadn’t moved. His fists were still clenched, his jaw tight, and his eyes... those stormy, unreadable eyes were fixed on her like she was the only thing in the room worth burning over. “So,” he said, his voice clipped, low, and barely restrained, “you called in sick to spend time with Matteo?” Her brows lifted in disbelief. “Are you seriously asking me that?” He took a slow step forward, his expression unreadable but his gaze cutting like glass. “You could’ve come to work. I waited. I thought—” He stopped himself, lips pressed in a thin line. “But no, you stayed back. With him.” “It wasn’t like that.” Eloise’s voice was sharper than she meant it to be. “I needed a break. From...” “From me?” he shot back. She hesitated. That hesitation hit him harder than a slap. “You didn’t even text,” he continued, voice rising just slightly. “Not a word. And then I walk in
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