Mirella’s POV

The Next Morning

Morning settled quietly over the suite, but the silence between us felt heavy and suffocating. I kept mostly to myself, moving as if even the air around us was fragile. I had taken my bathe many times today, trying to scrap off the memory of his release off my body.

He sat working, his attention fixed on his laptop. With every passing minute, his frown deepened but I don't care. I sat quietly, twisting my fingers together while trying to stay invisible.

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