Chapter 569
Author: Youngblood
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The estate looked different in the noon light.

Chloe sat in her car for a long moment, her hands on the steering wheel, her heart pounding. The key was still in the ignition. The engine was still running. She could leave. She could drive away and pretend she'd never come.

But her mother's voice echoed in her head: Don't give up on him.

She turned off the engine and got out.

***

Chance was waiting at the front door.

He looked exhausted—paler than she'd ever seen him, with dark circles under his
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