Chapter 402
Author: Sunshine
last update2025-09-11 21:25:56

One hour later, Alex and Josephine stepped onto the rooftop lounge.

The city stretched out around them, glittering like spilled diamonds.

The place was sleek, stylish—soft music in the air, groups of friends sipping drinks, laughing, pretending to live in a dream.

“Josephine! Over here!”

A man shot to his feet the moment they entered, waving with far too much eagerness.

His eyes clung to Josephine like a starving dog to a bone, the kind of hunger so raw it made everyone in the lounge turn and n
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