The door opened, but the person standing outside was the housekeeper who had come to deliver some milk.
The sparkle in Arielle’s eyes vanished.
It’s not Vinson.
She couldn’t help but laugh at herself.
Did I overestimate how important I am to him? But how could someone change so quickly?
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