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Chapter 46: A Moment to Breathe

Author: Veeaura
last update publish date: 2026-05-30 07:55:20
Sunlight slanted through the thin curtains, painting stripes of dust across the living room floor. Noah stirred, his senses slowly adjusting to the unfamiliar quiet. He wasn’t in his penthouse; he wasn’t surrounded by the cold, sterile decor of the Volkov estate.

He was on Ava’s sofa, his head resting against her shoulder.

She was still asleep, her breathing slow and steady. He stayed still for a moment, watching the way the light caught the soft curve of her jaw.

For all his life, he had
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