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Chapter 184: You’re mad at me, aren’t you?
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... e edge of the bowl as if gripping it would somehow anchor him to her decision. "But—" he began, tone gentle, searching her face for some sliver of understanding.
"No, Cyrus." Isabella’s voice was sharper now, a clear line drawn in the sand. She stepped forward, took the stone bowl from his hands, and placed it back on the nearby slab with a solid thunk. The sound echoed slightly in the quiet space.
She turned to him, eyes steeled. "Stop caring. You have no right to care this much ...
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