Arabella grabbed the bowl from Adrian's hands.Part of her was furious. Part of her was just... stunned.She'd thought she had the perfect mic-drop moment. But somehow he'd found the one response that could disarm her.All three. I'm desperate, pathetic, and pitiful. She stepped inside.The door closed behind her with a soft click. Adrian stood in the empty hallway, staring at the closed door.Then—so quiet he almost missed it—he heard the bowl being set down.Not poured out. Not thrown away.Set down.Adrian closed his eyes and exhaled slowly.It wasn't much. But it was something.Inside, Arabella sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the bowl on her nightstand. For the second time that day, she felt... empty.Not angry. Not satisfied.Just hollow. She didn't want to admit it, but hearing him own his mistakes—hearing him apologize— healed something small inside her. She shook off the feeling and reached for the bowl."It probably tastes terrible," she muttered.She took a small
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