Ophelia stepped out of the restroom, wiping her hands with a silken handkerchief when her gaze froze.Across the hallway, partially hidden by a decorative column, stood Alexander and Hannah, chatting quietly. His expression, though faintly tired, was open and relaxed. He leaned in slightly as Hannah said something, and he chuckled.Ophelia’s steps halted. This scene…it was painfully familiar.In her previous life, around this exact time at the banquet, she had searched the yacht’s decks and lounges endlessly just to find him. Every time, he wasn’t where he said he’d be. Instead, she’d find him exactly like this—with Hannah.And every time she’d see them together, her stomach had twisted.Back then, Wren would find her standing alone by the railing, humiliated and anxious, and had smirked as she delivered her venomous words.“Maybe you should learn to see them together. Alexander clearly prefers people who don’t whine or cling. Look at them, don’t you feel stupid chasing someone who’s a
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