Theodore''s utterance of "darling" was a harsh whisper through clenched teeth, devoid of any kindness. He strode towards Phoebe, wrapping his arm around her waist with practiced ease. Over his shoulder, Phoebe''s gaze fell upon Vanessa, who was trailing closely behind him.


    Their eyes locked, and Vanessa, with a flirtatious flick of her wrist, brushed a stray lock of hair from her face. A toothy grin spread across her lips as she said, "What a coincidence, Miss Ziegler. Who knew we''d bump into each other at a coffee


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