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    “I need to get to work. I feel fine.” Yvonne shook her head, not sensing anything seriously wrong.


    “Don’t be difficult. You can’t ignore a fever.” His tone shifted—firm, no room for argument. Whatever questions he’d nned to ask her were now forgotten.


    Yvonne studied him, surprised. “Why are you suddenly so worried about me?”


    Caught off guard, Norton stumbled over his response. After a pause, he muttered, “I just didn’t want my grandfather stressing out if something happened to you. That’s all.”


    Exactly the kind of excuse she expected. “I’m really okay. I probably just overheated under the covers. If you don’t believe me, check for yourself.”


    Without thinking much of it, Norton ced his hand on her forehead again. The second their skin met, the air shifted, suddenly awkward. He pulled away almost immediately, clearing his throat. “If you’re sure. I’m going to work.”


    ncing at the time, Yvonne bolted upright. “Wait! I’mte! If I take a cab now, I won’t make it in time.”


    “I’ll wait downstairs,” Norton answered without hesitation.


    Yvonne got ready in record time and followed him down.


    It was her first day as an official employee after passing probation—a big milestone—so beingte wasn’t an option.


    On the drive to work, Norton kept ncing at her, as though debating whether to speak. Eventually, he gave in. “About yesterday…”


    Yvonne shot him a quick nce. “Yesterday was my first official day as a full-time employee. I was over the moon! The club organized a ride, and we cruised all around Amberfield on our motorcycles.” Her voice brimmed with pride.


    Then she hesitated, her tone uncertain. “After the ride, we stopped by a bar. Did youe get me? It’s all kind of fuzzy.”


    “If you don’t remember, then forget it,” Norton said sharply. Honestly, did she ever remember anything important?


    A few minutester, as they neared herpany, he asked abruptly, “Who’s Mr. Marsh?”


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    “Oh, he’s a superior at work. He’s actually really nice,” Yvonne said casually, stepping out of the car.


    “Your boss…” Norton mumbled under his breath, eyes fixed on the words “Stylist Magazine” printed across the building, lost in thought.


    As soon as Yvonne stepped inside the office, Margie came rushing up. “Yvonne, you’re incredible! My bonus doubled this month. The moment I get my paycheck…”


    “Dinner’s on me!”


    “Don’t be silly. You helped me so much,” Yvonne said with a warm smile as she made her way back to her desk.


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