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she asked. I swallowed nervously. "To the mall. I think the book I wanted to buy is finally in stock." "Sure, no problem," she agreed. I nodded. "Thanks! I'm glad I remembered." 'Okay, she just remembered something. Maybe I was overthinking it, assuming she heard what I said. But why am I thinking like this? My gosh Bella!' Relieved by Bella's response, I let out a sigh. It was moments like these that reminded me of Alpha's advice to maintain some distance from people. It was particularly important for me, as I was still adjusting to my newfound abilities.

I immediately nodded at what she said. As I went inside, I couldn't help but touch my chest. 'I think I just died 'cause of nervousness.' I immediately turned my gaze to the height of the bookcase where is the book I saw earlier. My forehead furrowed again. "Is that really their password? I really don't think my answer will be correct." I get interested in reading the book because of its title. Maybe this novel is good. I stepped on their small stairs and tried to reach for the book. "Gosh, why is it so far away?" I reach for it even harder. Seriously, I can't really touch even the edge of it!

“I don’t want any trouble.” Kevin noticed how troubled he looked. Could tell the shopkeeper knew exactly who he was talking about. “I don’t want any trouble either,” he said in such a soothing tone. “I just want to know where I can find them, then I’ll be on my way.” “Really man, I don’t know. You don’t find them, they find you. You really should get going now if you don’t want to get into any trouble. It’s getting really late.” The shopkeeper dashed away into his store and shut the windows.

CHAPTER 31 “So this is what distance feels like.” That was the thought that followed me into the building the next morning. Not relief. Not safety. Just space. Cold and deliberate. The illusion had worked. I could feel it. The office no longer buzzed when I passed. People weren’t watching my hands, my face, or my proximity to Reign’s door. They’d accepted the story we sold. Professional distance. Temporary recalibration. Nothing to see here. And yet…. Something else had started.

It was less than three feet away, meaning I had to reach across a precarious landscape of documents. “Got it,” I muttered, stretching my hand out. The book was heavy, positioned high, wedged tightly between two other journals. I had to stretch my fingers and lean my torso across the table, dangerously close to Igor’s space. Just grab the book. Just be professional. Just breathe. Don’t look at the space between us. Don’t think about how close his shoulder is, or the way the faint scent of his cologne is mixing with the scent of old paper and leather.

“Even if he doesn’t reject you, the plan still works.” I snapped my head up. "How?" And why was I still taking advice from her? Oh, Zach would have a field day with me if he ever learnt about what happened. "Distance." She answered it simply, like the answer was very obvious and I was just too stupid to grab it. "If you stay far away from the man for just long enough, the bonds weakens on its own. Weakens enough to fade until it is no more." "Fade?" “Yes,” Rhea replied. “Eventually, it’s like it was never there.”

We report on daily matters, big and small, and have all-night video calls when we're on business trips in different places. I've picked up drawing again, but it's no longer for dispelling sorrow; it's my interest. I drew a satisfying work and shared it with Zane first, containing my overflowing affection in my work. Zane remembered something I casually mentioned and went to great lengths to pull strings to get it, then nonchalantly placed it in my hand. Sometimes I missed Zane so much that even though I was only two hours away, and the round trip would take an hour, I would still drive to see Zane without hesitation.

Henry used every last bit of his savings to try to get the money to keep his company running. Unfortunately, there was a huge gap in the financial prowess between the two parties, and Henry was eventually left with nothing else to do. On the morning of the fourth day, his company, which was operating as usual during this period, was finally emptied. The only person left in his office was his assistant. "I had no idea Mrs. Jordan would go so far, Mr. Jordan."

And the shape of it was the distance between a forehead kiss and a real one. And the distance was growing. Slowly. Quietly. The way the most significant distances always grew. ---