The next morning, Maurice dressed with meticulous care. His navy suit clung to his tall, athletic frame as though it had been woven for him alone. A crisp white shirt peeked beneath the silk tie, and the shine of his polished shoes caught the warm dining room light. His dark hair was perfectly combed back, framing a clean-shaven jawline so sharp it could cut glass. His eyes, those stormy, thoughtful eyes, were intense, yet softened with an undercurrent of unease. As he walked into the dining room, his presence exuded confidence and sophistication. He moved with a grace that belied his powerful stature, every step measured and deliberate. His piercing gaze scanned the room before landing on Mia, who was already seated and quietly having her breakfast. Mia, for her part, couldn’t help but steal glances at her husband. Despite her resolve to give him the cold shoulder, she found it hard to ignore just how dashing he looked. Mia sat there already, stirring her coffee absently, but
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