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    She stared, stunned. But then she remembered how wrecked she had been the night before. Anyone looking at her then might have drawn the same conclusion.


    Kinsley’s eyes narrowed as Corrine hesitated. Her voice dropped, sharp and cool. “Did I guess right?”


    The anger beginning to stir in Kinsley’s eyes made Corrine’s chest tighten. She could almost see the scene ying out—Kinsley storming off to confront Nate, fists clenched and ready for war.


    “No,” Corrine said quickly, holding up a hand. “Don’t go spinning stories in your head.”


    Kinsley crossed her arms, unconvinced. “Really?”


    “Yes,” Corrine replied, more firmly this time. “You are overthinking it.”


    Kinsley’s eyes did not waver. “Then why were you out here all night?” Word had clearly reached her—Corrine had been alone on the rooftop for hours, never moving.


    The news had sent Kinsley rushing over, imagining the worst. And now all she got in return was the vague excuse of an argument? None of it made sense. But then again—did love ever make sense? It twisted logic, unraveled reason, and turned perfectly sane people into chaotic, sleepless wrecks.


    After spending some time talking under the open sky on the rooftop, the two women eventually parted ways.


    Back in the suite, Mandy stood by the doorway, her eyes quietly following Corrine as she stepped inside. Her expression was unreadable, carefullyposed. While Corrine took a shower, Mandy busied herself in the kitchen preparing breakfast.


    Half an hourter, Corrine emerged, steam trailing behind her like a lingering shadow, and moved to the dining table with graceful detachment. Without a word, she sat down and began eating.


    Mandy lingered a few steps away, her fingers twitching at her side. She hesitated, then spoke gently, as though her voice might shatter something delicate. “Miss Hond… are you alright?”


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    Last night’s events still clung to Mandy’s thoughts like smoke. After leaving the hotel with Natasha, something had felt wrong, but Natasha had kept her on a short leash, distracting her and preventing her from returning to the room. By the time Saul called with news that Corrine had returned to Lyhaton, Mandy realized the obvious—she had been yed.


    But it was toote; she was powerless to rewind time. The damage had been done. The faulty squarely on her shoulders for not managing the situation better.


    Saul had given her a summary—Corrine’s return had triggered a heated altercation with Nate. Things had turned ugly, leaving neither party unscathed.


    Saul had been firm, almost pleading, in his instructions: Corrine’s safety must be the top priority.


    Mandy had imagined something else entirely. She had expected to find Corrine curled up in bed, eyes red from crying, her usual poise shattered. Instead, Corrine behaved as though nothing had happenedposed, functional, untouchable.


    Even without having loved someone herself, Mandy understood enough to know that love could leave deep bruises.


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