Too Late To Regret, Mr. Billionaire
But…
The sharp ringtone of a phone sliced through the quiet night, shattering the fragile moment suspended between them.
The sea breeze carried the echo away, but the ache it left behind stayed, heavy, unfinished, undeniable.
The shrill ringtone tore through the calm night, slicing right into the quiet tension hanging between them.
Caden frowned when he checked the screen. The name flashing there made his jaw tighten. He declined the call without hesitation.
But barely three seconds passed, muling tumunog ang cellphone. His fingers curled, knuckles whitening. Then with visible restraint, he finally answered.
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