DEAR HOUSEWIFE I WANT YOU BACK!

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t the ceiling of the VIP room. I felt someone holding my hand, and although I secret

had known each other long before I met Alexander. Sebastian was the youngest son of the Quinns and had left fo

His bright hazel eyes and heart-shaped rosy lips were unchanged. Despite looking healthier, he appeared pale,

downturned. I forced a smile and sat up. "Yeah, but... why am I here, and what are you

an exclaimed, triggering a flood of memories in my mind. I suddenly fe

ay and retracting his hand to his lap, looking tense. He had confessed his fee

tian sighed. "Last night. I thought I should meet Alexander before heading

Alex? And why did you suddenly collapse?" Sebastian inqui

ian gave me a skeptical look. "You mean this?" Sebastian retrieved

idening. Sebastian pulled me into his arms suddenly, h

lt unusually fast against my head. He pressed his che

o... so sorry, Olivia... It's just that... I was out of my mind for a while... I...

red him, using the childhood nickname I had for him. We both b

he same Olivia. You look thinner, lost your cheek fat, your hair looks messy, your attire... and weren't you supposed to give the results to Alex?

confessed, and Sebastian offered a comforting smile. "It's fine. You don't have to tell me. I'll just be here, comforting you," Sebasti

the hospital after learning of the bankruptcy. We waited for 36 agonizing minutes, only to be side

he'll probably come this morning. But I promise I'll be back before noo

fore disappearing. Now, I was alone, with my thoughts and fears consuming me. Alex might n

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who entered-it was a slender nurse, resembling a tangerine, bringing in my meal. I toyed with the food, eventually abandoning it. Despite my hunger, th

ous smile. "It's nothing serious, so you're being discharged tomorrow. However, if your guardian doesn't show up, you may have to stay longer," she explained. I

ogized... Five years ago, my father had taken a substantial loan from the Quinns to sustain our company. When bankruptcy struck and my father passed away, the burden fell on us. Despite our ef

ndurance, our relationship remained strained. Lost in reverie, I scrolled throug

olted me awake. Hastily checking my phon

ed collapsing outside the company-rumors abo

ing my phone, I lay back, only to be startled by hurried footsteps approaching the door. Alexan