I hesitated, worried that this might be too much trouble for Zachary.He seemed to sense my concern and patted the back of my hand gently. "Eliza, don't worry about it. Compared to everything you've done for me, this is nothing," he said.As I looked up and met his warm gaze, a wave of comfort and gratitude welled up inside me.I nodded and said quietly, "Alright, then. Thank you, Zachary."The smile he returned was warm and genuine. "You don't need to thank me."…The next day, I found Kingsley waiting outside my apartment building again. He looked haggard, but a flicker of hope flashed in his eyes when he saw me. He wanted to approach, but seeing Zachary beside me, he could only watch from a distance with frustration written across his face. Determined to find a way to win me back, he even rented a place near my apartment.Every day, he sent gifts and letters—sometimes rare snow fox pelts or my favorite flowers. But every time, I simply returned them. Some wounds couldn't
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