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Chapter 49
Author: Gbemiè
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~Tense~

Back at Andrès mansion, Joyce leaned against the doorframe with her arms folded across her chest, quietly watching Andrès. The late afternoon sun spilled through the blinds in streaks, striping across the room and his sharp profile.

He was seated at his desk, hunched over a pile of documents, scribbling something down with furrowed brows. His eyes looked so calm but there was something detached in it.

For days, she had noticed it. The silence. The odd pauses. The fake smiles. She could tell something was definitely off.

"You know," she started, her voice breaking the silence, "this is, like, the fourth time this week you skipped lunch. That’s a tragic behavior for someone who used to steal my fries."

Andrès blinked up, caught off guard, then chuckled under his breath. "My bad. Guess I got caught up."

Joyce stepped into the room, her heels making a soft thud on the marble floor. She circled the desk slowly, like a curious cat, her fingers brushing the edge.

"Caught up?
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