(Continuation) JACOB ALDEGUIRE'S POV I just stared at him. Then I laughed. A low, quiet laugh. Not in a mocking way, but genuinely surprised. It slipped out of me before I could stop it. Luis didn’t react. Of course he didn’t. He never reacted to anything unless necessary. I leaned back against my swivel chair, the leather creaking softly beneath my weight as I tilted my head slightly, studying him with newfound amusement. “Troublesome,” I repeated. The word lingered in my mouth. Troublesome. Such a cold way to describe something most men spend their lives chasing. Love. Marriage. Devotion. A family. My fingers tapped once against the armrest. “You’ve been watching me for ten years,” I said calmly. “And that’s your conclusion?” His expression didn’t change. Luis remained still for a long moment, his gaze unwavering as always. Then, almost quietly, he spoke again. “There’s… something else,” he said, carefully choosing each word. “Something
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