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Chapter 8: Kidnapped

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last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-04-02 17:13:37

Sarah

The smell of pancakes filled the air, warm and buttery, carrying the faint sweetness of maple syrup.

In the dream Sarah walked barefoot into the sunlit kitchen, a soft smile already forming on her lips. Julian stood at the counter, shirtless, his back muscles shifting as he wrestled with the frying pan. Flour streaked one cheek. When he turned, his eyes held that rare, quiet warmth she had fallen in love with years ago.

“You shouldn’t be up,” he said gently, setting the spatula down. “Th
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