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    She skillfully bypassed the shrimp.


    “I’ve had enough.” With that, she promptly headed upstairs, keen on avoiding any further time in Norton’s presence.


    Looking at the single shrimp left behind on her te, Norton’s face was a mix of disappointment and resignation.


    Upon reaching her room, Yvonne immediately started working on her research. She was determined to fully understand the nuances of The Wilderness to develop effective strategies for her uing proposal, keen on building her professional standing.


    But as she switched on herptop and began her analysis, a knock interrupted her focus.


    “Open up,” came Norton’s calm demand from the other side.


    Without bothering to respond, she concentrated on herptop screen. She hadn’t locked the door; he could use his key to enter if he chose to. She cranked up her music and let it wash over her, drowning out the world with her headphones snugly in ce. Just outside, Norton knocked again, persistent.


    “If you don’t open up, I’ll use my key,” he said, urgency coloring his tone. Finding no response, he tentatively turned the doorknob and, to his mild surprise, the door was not locked.


    Upon entering, he spotted Yvonne deeply absorbed, headphones intact. With a gentle touch, he removed the headphones, revealing a curious smile.


    “Music has be a refuge for you, hasn’t it?” he asked.


    “There’s much about me you’re unaware of,” she answered, casting a brief nce at him. Her eyes then fell on the soup in his hands, and her heart sank.


    “Why must I continue with this soup?” she retorted, her tone heavy with weariness. Recently, theirmunication had ceased, and she had hoped that would end her daily regimen. Nheless, Z, their dedicated housekeeper, was relentless, insisting she consume the soup regrly.


    Whenever questioned, Z would either cite Norton’smands or express fear of his displeasure.


    Yvonne was utterly fed up with the soup!


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    “A few sips won’t hurt; it’s for your well-being, to keep you strong,” Norton replied, cing the bowl before her while his eyes scanned herptop screen curiously.


    “Exploring The Wilderness?” he inquired, eyebrow raised in surprise.


    “Now you’re monitoring my work too?” Yvonne asked, quickly downing the soup, her annoyance evident.


    “Let me know if you need any assistance,” Norton said as he collected the empty bowl and exited the room. Yvonne was taken aback by his sudden offer.


    Her attempt to concentrate on her research proved futile as her thoughts strayed. Could Norton truly be trusted? Was he reliable enough?


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