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    “Alright then!” An agreed with a nod.


    Upstairs, Rachel poured a cup of coffee, which An took without hesitation.


    But neither of them expected what happened next—An fumbled the cup, and before either could react, it slipped from his hands and crashed to the floor.


    He pressed his fingers to his temple, a brief flicker of weakness passing through his hands. After a moment of thought, he murmured, “Maybe it’s because I’ve been staying up tootetely. I lost focus for a second.”


    Rachel immediately noticed the hint of sadness in his eyes. Without asking any questions, she quietly grabbed a towel. “Wipe it off first. I’ll make you another cup.”


    “Alright.”


    Despite the minor mishap, An remainedposed as he took the towel and dabbed at the coffee stains on his shirt.


    This time, Rachel made sure to be extra careful as she handed him the cup, and An epted it with the same level of caution. However, he barely took a sip before setting the cup back down.


    “Get some rest early. Curt and I will pick you up tomorrow morning.”


    “Okay.”


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    Something about him didn’t seem right, and Rachel couldn’t shake the feeling. Moments ago, he had seemed eager for the coffee, but now his interest hadpletely faded.


    As Rachel mulled it over, An suddenly wavered, barely steadying himself by gripping the entryway. The veins in his hand strained under the pressure.


    “Are you okay?” Rachel hurried to his side.


    Just then, the doorbell rang, sharp and insistent.


    It was Curt at the door.


    The moment he saw An’s name on the call log, he rushed upstairs. But what he walked into was far worse than he had expected.


    “Mr. Vance, let me assist you.” Curt immediately moved toward him.


    Watching An closely, Rachel couldn’t hide her concern. “Is he alright?”


    Flustered, Curt opened his mouth to speak, but An beat him to it. “I’m fine, just a little tired. I’ll have Curt help me back. Be sure to rest early, okay? I’lle and pick you up tomorrow.”


    Despite his nonchnce, Rachel thought he looked rather unwell, which greatly worried her. Especially when she recalled how he had failed to hold a cup of coffee.


    “Why don’t you stay and rest here?” she suggested.


    An looked like he was about to protest, so Rachel quickly added, “You can rest easy here. You have nothing else to be concerned about.”


    “But your…” An hesitated, unsure how to breach the subject of her ex-husband without causing embarrassment to either of them. Luckily for him, Rachel was direct about it. “Brian and I are divorced. We no longer have any ties to each other. I get to decide who stays at my apartment. So, don’t burden yourself with these matters and just rest well.”


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