The next morning felt different.
Too quiet.
Too calm.
And somehow, that made everything worse.
I sat at the dining table, stirring my coffee absentmindedly. Adrian had already left early again, and the house felt unusually empty.
But my mind wasn't calm.
Not after last night.
Not after what he said.
“No one touches what's mine.”
I exhaled slowly.
“Why does that sound so serious?” I muttered.
Because it was serious.
Adrian didn't say things like that casually.
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By late morning, I decided I needed to get out again.
Staying inside with my thoughts wasn't helping.
“I’ll be back soon,” I told the staff as I grabbed my bag.
Of course, security followed me again.
At this point, I was starting to accept it.
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