Chapter 87
Author: Cy Pen
last update2025-11-30 18:50:34

At that moment, upon hearing David's explanation about his long friendship with Dr. Silva and all the kind things she had done for him over the years, Nikki felt compelled to ask a question that had been forming in her mind.

“Mr.David, I hope you don't mind me asking this, but why not just give Dr. Silva a genuine chance at a romantic relationship with you?” Nikki said, her voice carrying genuine curiosity about his reasoning.

She hesitated slightly before continuing, wanting to be respectful b
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