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Lovebirds

Penulis: Nessa Ty
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-06 22:48:55
ELARA

“How do you feel now?”

Killian's deep voice sliced smoothly through the muffled sounds of the gala as his hand gently guided me through the glass doors, leading us out onto one of the expansive terraces overlooking the city skyline.

The second we stepped outside, the suffocating noise vanished into thin air.

Gone completely were the endless, superficial conversations, the clinking of champagne glasses, the forced smiles, and the carefully crafted business introductions.

The silence that wr
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