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Tristan After dinner with Liora, we went back into the room.She walked ahead of me, her hair falling softly against her back, I closed the door behind us and leaned against it, watching her for a moment as she sat on the edge of the bed, kicking off her slippers.“You’re quiet,” I said finally.She looked up, meeting my gaze. “So are you.”“Guess I’m just… thinking,” I murmured, crossing the room until I stood in front of her.Her lips curved faintly. “That’s rare.”I chuckled under my breath. “Maybe. But tonight’s different.”She tilted her head, curious. “Different how?”I didn’t answer right away. My eyes drifted to her hand resting on the blanket unaware of the storm she’d caused inside me.“Because,” I said slowly, lowering my voice, “it’s the first time in a long while that I don’t want the night to end.”Her breath caught faintly barely noticeable, but I saw it.”And not even now that you’ve agreed to go to a party with me. I guess I’m just… excited,” I said, laughing a litt

Liora“Can I not come and visit my older sister again?” he said, pretending to sound offended, but the corner of his lips already twitched upward.I arched a brow at him. “At this hour?” I was even surprised that Florence allowed him.He shrugged, grinning now. “You make it sound like you’re some kind of celebrity I need to book an appointment for.”“Maybe I should start charging for visits,” I muttered, but I couldn’t help the small smile tugging at my mouth.He laughed softly and plopped down on the couch beside me.“Glad to see you smiling,” he said, and I glanced at him, really look this time. He didn’t look as frail as before, though his skin was still a little pale, his eyes a little tired. But there was color in his cheeks again. Life.“So… have you been taking your meds?” I asked, already expecting the usual silence or some excuse. Ever since that day at the hospital, when he told me he didn’t want anything to do with me, I hadn’t been able to send him money. And knowing Mom…

His jaw tightened, but his expression stayed maddeningly calm.“You could’ve just asked,” he said quietly.“I did just ask,” I shot back. I mean I just did. For a moment, we just stared at each other, though his eyes was cold and steady, mine burning with frustration.“Liora.”He called my name, but I didn’t let him finish as I cut in sharply, “Are you going to give me or not?”He didn’t answer. Just shook his head slightly, and before I could even tell what was happening, he was moving toward me. My breath caught, and then suddenly his hand was on my waist, pulling me closer.His lips crashed into mine hot, sudden, desperate causing my mind to went blank. The kiss started rough, almost angry, then softened into something slower… deeper.I bit his lip out of pure defiance, but he didn’t stop.If anything, he held me tighter.And somewhere in the middle of that chaos, I gave in.I kissed him back hard, matching his energy, feeling my heart beat against his chest until he finally pull

Liora “Mr. Brown is currently in a meeting in his office right now, and he can’t see any visitors,” the receptionist said in a polite but practiced tone. “Unless you come back tomorrow or...”“I’ll wait,” I cut in before she could finish.I knew I sounded desperate, maybe more than desperate, but desperate times called for desperate measures. In addition, I wasn’t about to go back home empty-handed after spending such amount on transport just to get here. That would mean wasting not only my time but also the money Tristan had given me this morning.I’d thought I’d be able to see Mr. Brown right away. I’d even rushed out, hoping to catch him before he left, but it took longer than expected to find a taxi. Typical.The receptionist gave me a quick, assessing look before her expression softened a little. “Alright then, You can wait over there in the waiting area, but please note that it doesn't guarantee meeting him today” she said, pointing to a corner furnished with a few beige chairs

Liora The room went still. For a second, all I could hear was the faint hum of the air conditioner.Then I smiled again, though it was a little tight, but polite nonetheless. “I understand,” I murmured. “Thank you for your time.”I stood up and headed out of the conference room without wasting another second.The polite smile I’d managed to wear slipped the moment the door closed behind me. My heels clicked against the marble floor, echoing faintly through the hall as I walked, pretending like nothing about that meeting got under my skin.But it did.That one rejection stung more than I wanted to admit even though expected it. Maybe it was due to the fact that I’d hoped just a little that this time would be different. That he would somehow see what I was trying so hard to build.The elevator take me back down, the afternoon air greeted me with a rush of warmth. I exhaled slowly, forcing my shoulders to relax as I stepped out of the building and made my way toward the gate.Just as I