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Chapter 68

Author: PaloMack. S.
last update publish date: 2026-04-19 14:29:32

Léo’s POV

She asked me to stay for dinner.

Not in a way that carried significance. Not with intention sharpened into something that needed to be acknowledged.

She was standing at the counter, assembling something simple for Chloe’s evening meal, and she said, without looking up, “I’m making too much of this. Stay if you want.”

I said I wanted.

Chloe had the bridge pieces arranged in a line across the kitchen floor, sorted by size in a way I had not suggested but immediately recognised as struct
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