By the time Bryle arrived, Brianna had already retreated to one of the guest rooms to rest. Exhaustion had completely overtaken her, both physically and emotionally. I could only hope that sleep would somehow ease the weight she was carrying.As for me, I stayed in my room, trying to distract myself by painting. The soft strokes of the brush against the canvas usually brought me peace, but tonight, my thoughts were far too restless to be silenced so easily.I didn’t notice Bryle enter at first.It was only when I felt his presence—quiet, observant—that I glanced over my shoulder and saw him standing by the door, watching me.“Brianna’s here,” I said, breaking the silence. “I didn’t wake her. She’s probably asleep by now—she looked completely drained from the trip here to Italy.”“Yeah,” he replied, stepping further inside. “I heard about what happened to Cosmo earlier while I was at the office. I didn’t expect her to come here, though. Sh
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