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Chapter 31: “Sugar Pie”

Penulis: Mich Goddard
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-07-30 05:55:44

Clara’s POV

Julian stood a few feet from the bed, waiting.

“Can I trust you, Clara?” he asked again, quieter this time.

“Yes,” I said. The word left my mouth before I could even think about it. “You can.”

The second it was out, I wanted to take it back.

Why did I answer him like that? I didn’t even know what he wanted from me yet.

Regret settled in almost instantly. I just sat there, holding my glass of orange juice, staring at him, suddenly aware of how quickly I had agreed without even knowin
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