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    Norton turned to look and saw Yvonne exiting with a man.


    Looking closer, he realized it was the same man she had dined with previously.


    His voice dripped with ice,ced with fury. “No. Let’s head home.” The driver hesitated, unsure.


    “It really looks like her.”


    “I said it’s not her!” Norton snapped, trying to suppress his annoyance. The driver recoiled and drove off at once.


    “Yvonne, you really shouldn’t be working thiste, regardless of how dedicated you are,” Ethan said, ncing at the dark evening. “It’s not safe for you to go home alone at this hour. I can give you a ride tonight.”


    “I gotpletely caught up going over the drafts. But honestly, you didn’t have to drive me tonight!” Yvonne said with a grin. She had just noticed Norton’s car—it looked like he hade to fetch her!


    She was just about to bid Ethan farewell when, to her surprise, the car up ahead suddenly pulled away. What on earth was Norton ying at? Frustration bubbled up inside her. He had made the effort to show up outside her office, only to drive off the moment she appeared. Was offering her a simple ride really asking too much? She stood there, irritated, as she watched the car disappear into the distance.


    Ethan offered again, “Let me ensure you get home safely! It’ste now.”


    Yvonne looked away and didn’t turn him down this time. “Thank you then.” She followed him to his car.


    Noticing the exhaustion on her face, he kept quiet.


    Yvonne shut her eyes tight, attempting to steady her nerves, yet the unease lingered. Why had Nortone to pick her up if he was just going to leave? She never thought he’d show up today, yet there he was—only to vanish the instant she stepped outside.


    Annoyed, she frowned, then, after a pause, opened her phone to check her messages.


    As soon as she unlocked it, a series of messages from Norton appeared.


    “Hey, it’s time. Aren’t you out yet?”


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    “Where are you?”


    “Have you left already?”


    “Are you still working overtime?”


    She stared at thest message disyed: “Come out quickly. Or have you already left?”


    His messages, marked with times, spanned from when her shift ended right up to a little while ago.


    So, he had been waiting for her all this time? Why had he taken off the moment she stepped outside?


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