Clifford stared at Seraphine in disbelief, his voice sharp with shock. "Seraphine, how much have you been hiding from me? You can ride a motorcycle. Why didn't I know?"There was a broken, volatile anger in his tone, as if something inside him were collapsing.Seraphine glanced at him without even a frown. Her calm, detached expression only made the bitterness in Clifford's chest twist deeper."You never wanted to know me," she said. "I told you I rode a bike. You just did not care. Now you want to blame me for it?"Clifford searched his memory and finally remembered. He had once said, "Sera, if commuting is hard for you, I'll buy you a car. You have stayed with me for so many years, and I don't want you to struggle."And she had smiled, shaking her head. "Clifford, no need. I take a motorcycle to work. No traffic."He had assumed she meant a small electric scooter, never imagining an actual motorcycle. Seeing her on one now, fierce and striking, left him stunned.Seraphine did
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