Chapter 170
Author: Youngblood
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“Wilfreda?” Harry called again, his brows furrowing.

Wilfreda’s lips parted, but instead of words, only a shallow breath slipped through. She pressed her napkin to her mouth, buying herself a second, then forced a faint smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

“I should… excuse me,” she said quickly, her voice quieter than Chloe had ever heard it. She reached for her bag with deliberate calm, sliding the strap over her shoulder. “I need to use the restroom.”

Before either Chloe or Harry could say another word, she pushed her chair back and stood. Her heels clicked briskly across the tiled floor, her shoulders squared with forced composure, but Chloe caught the stiffness in her movements—the kind that came from holding back too much all at once.

Harry blinked after her, confusion etched into his face.

“What just happened?”

Chloe stared at the trail Wilfreda left. She replayed the look on Wilfreda’s face—startled, raw, almost afraid. That wasn’t the Wilfreda she knew, the girl who never let an
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