Seraphine saw Clifford in the reflection of the mirror. He was dressed in a black suit, and his flawless countenance ensured he was an agreeable sight regardless of the perspective.Seraphine, however, was filled only with a sense of misfortune. How did she keep encountering him in every location?She deliberately flicked her wet hands, pivoted, and walked away, planning to completely disregard Clifford.Clifford immediately stepped in, cutting off her exit. Seraphine tried to skirt left, but he smoothly moved to the left, blocking her again. She tried the right side, but he was just as quick, keeping her effectively cornered.Clifford felt completely at ease after smelling the familiar, subtle scent that clung to Seraphine. He had made this same discovery in the past, yet he had dismissed its significance at the time.Seraphine glared at him with fury, asking, "Why the hell are you blocking my way, Clifford? I believe our established connection is strictly that of enemies." Cli
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