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utine Check-up" blurred. She slid it into her canvas tote bag, the rough fabric a small, grounding comfort. All she w
er, and her breath
e was encased in a bespoke suit that probably cost more than her entire wardro
beside him that mad
le Van
ession soft and vulnerable. Around her neck, a diamond necklace glittered under the harsh fluorescent lights. Th
, his face, usually a blank mask of impatience w
ook an involuntary step back, trying to
la
directly on her. A flicker of triumph flashed in those s
s sweet, fragile. "L
ady cold, dropped another ten de
The question was an accusation, as
g, her nails digging into her palm. S
get a check
with a fine thread of contempt. "At this hour? What a coinci
zing Axel, began to whisper, their e
eo started, he
ff, his tone laced with irrita
oice softening instantly. "Let's
her face a mask of concern. "Cleo, don't misunderstand. I know being Mrs.
clear. It was the same condescension Cleo had en
face
and faded jeans, "sometimes, dressing the part is a form of re
a slap. Hot a
but he said nothing. Hi
d closer, her voice dropping to a whisper only Cleo coul
gh Cleo's body. She lifted her h
ere calm, like the surface of a frozen
by the look, instinctivel
ing himself protectively in front of Isabelle, his eyes loc
re shattered the last
before her, a bitter, exhausting
, turned, and walked toward the elevator, her back ramro
go, a muscle twit
im. "Did I say something
ing back. "She's irrelevant," he said,
leaned against the cold metal wall, closed her eyes,
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