Sierra“Sierra…”I freeze when I hear the familiar voice calling me from behind. I suspected someone was following me! How did he manage to find me and send a man to my exact location? He shouldn’t be here. I was beginning to relax and enjoy my life, not thinking about Ambrose much, and then he appears. It feels like a cruel joke. I resume walking, acting as if I didn’t hear him, even though my pause hints I did. I quicken my pace, thinking about running, but Ambrose's speed makes that impossible. He calls out louder this time, but I ignore him. Soon, I hear his footsteps accelerate, and before long, he appears before me, blocking my way. I have no option but to halt. I take a breath, preparing myself to face him, and slowly lift my head. As soon as my eyes meet his, I freeze, my breath catching in my throat. He appears different—tired and visibly thinner than before—yet still handsome. I expect him to begin scolding me or to get angry, but he doesn't. Instead, his expression soften
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