Even now, Cyril still believed deep down that Viviane approached him for money.
What a joke!
Fortunately, Viviane, who had long since left, didn't hear this remark.
Of course, even if she had heard it, Viviane wouldn't feel anything.
Now, she only wished she could go back three years, stop being so nosy, not save Valerie, and not get involved in this disaster.
She wished even more that she could return to her university award speech, to the first time she saw Cyril, and give herself a good slap—to wake up that self who harbored fantasies and was willing to risk everything for love.
"Want some muffins? They're still warm." Zeth's voice pulled her out of her grief and anger.
Viviane was momentarily stunned, then took the muffin from his hand and took a gentle bite.
"How is it?"
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