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Chapter 129: Rejected Haven
Author: Nathan Emorey
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He turned around again, trying to take it all in. The bed behind him was massive, the sheets white like clouds. There were soft lights hidden behind the ceiling walls, glowing without any bulbs.

A knock tapped softly on the door.

“Come in,” Miles said, voice low, unsure.

A woman—no, a maid, wearing black and white. Her skin looked like porcelain, her hair tied back like in the dramas. She bowed her head slightly.

“You’re awake,” she said in English, her accent crisp but warm. “Welcome to your new home, Master Wangchun.”

Miles blinked. Once. Twice.

“Master what?” he said.

But the woman only smiled, bowed again.

Miles blinked. “Right. Uh… I didn’t mean to crash here or anything. I can—uh—I’ll get out of your way once I’m better. I just don’t know how I got here.”

The lady raised a brow, amused. “Master Wang ordered otherwise. He personally requested that you be given a full recovery suite. Private wing. Any medical attention you need. You are not an intruder, Mr. Wangchun. You
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