AYAH'S POV "Oh my… Who's that? Why are you here with him?" Mia may fool others, but not me. I can see the implication behind her words, sharp and calculated. "Ayah, explain this to me," Ethan demanded, his voice heavy with authority. I held his hand, but he didn’t respond physically. My heart sank. "Honey, I’m not with him. We— we just ran into each other," I said, trying to steady my voice. "Please… believe me. It’s nothing. I accidentally bumped into him, and he helped me with the papers I dropped," I added, desperation edging my words. I was begging him silently, trying to make him understand. Ethan’s eyes bore into mine, trying to process my explanation. "I understand that… but what are you doing here?" he finally asked. Relief washed over me—I could finally tell him the truth. "I’m here because—" My words died in my throat as Mia suddenly doubled over, clutching her stomach. "Ouch… my head and tummy hurt so much," she groaned, clearly exaggerating. And it worked—Ethan’s g
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