Chapter 185
Author: Youngblood
last update2025-10-19 23:01:38
The clock on Chloe’s nightstand read 11:46 PM when she finally decided to call it a night.

She had spent the last hour sitting by her window, watching the quiet street below as the distant hum of passing cars slowly faded into the rhythm of the night.

The dinner with Chance replayed in her mind in fragments—his smile, his calm voice, the heaviness in his eyes when she’d thanked him.

He’d looked so tired, burdened. But beneath that, there had been warmth… something that made her heart feel th
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