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a pain reliever from my medicine cabinet and returned to bed. However, despite my attempt to rest,

d believed I could handle the responsibility. The thought brought a smile to my fa

lized that I needed to take it to a repair shop to have it fixed. As soon as my headache subsi

he kitchen to pour myself a cup of coffee. Although food was already laid out on the table, my morning appetite was lacking. I was certain my parents had already left for work

led from affluent business families, so a knack for business seemed to

oned the necessity of work when we already possessed material wealth. I held the belief tha

a sudden realization struck me-I had left my car at the bar the previous night so I had to use another vehicle

car and quickly exited. Taking long strides, I hurried towards the entrance door. The building hou

t shop, I unintentionally bump

ck up pieces of documents scattered on the floor. T

d the in

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and enticing, kissable lips. Her dark brown wavy hair cascaded down, perfectly complementing her innocent and angelic face. She exu

to say, feeling a sense of familiarity wit

she responded with a gent

ed she held no interest in me, and it bruised my male ego. I watched as she

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ered it to myself, intrigued by th

an I unexpectedly encountered in the hallway consumed my mind.

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p you?" the mobile attendant ask

it. The attendant passed it on to the technician for assessment. After a brief moment, the technician informed me that there was no guarantee of a full repair due to the damaged ci

in my mind. I rubbed my forehead, attempting to recall if we had cross

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nk to red when the lights came back on. It seemed she was blushing, perhaps indicating that it was her first kiss. I couldn't believ

ncredibly alluring. During the kissing game initiated by Alexa, I had meticulously familiarized myself with the area where Vera stood, even estimating the number of s

rely a game, nothing more. So why did I feel a twinge of guilt when I saw her blushing cheeks? I contemplated follo

get to know her further. After that party, I never saw her again. Y

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my heart flutter

ecially that kiss, considering how swiftly she had left. It seemed she had no inte

g sense of guilt. I had been prioritizing my time with friends rather than my family. Although we had housemaids and some of my father's trusted employees taking care of him, it felt different when it was his own family looking after him. While my father'

, as if something terrible might befall Reid. I couldn't quite pinpoint the reason for this feeling, b

es. Stepping out of the elevator, I noticed a few nurses and medical attendants bustling in and out of private rooms during their daily rounds. Continuing down the corridor to the right, I suddenly caught snippets of hushed conversation. Intrigu

uring my movements were silent. Peering out discreetly, I observed Uncle Sam, along with my brother

tious with my words and feign ignorance of their encounter in the closed area. After all, I had no knowledge of t