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    Javier’s gaze darted between the neer and Amoura, his voice tinged with uncertainty. “What’s going on here?” He looked at Amoura, seemingly to ask her if she was sure this was his son.


    Amoura’s eyes narrowed as she crossed her arms. “Who knows? If he can’t move past this, he should confront Presley instead of wallowing in self-pity.”


    “Colby” bristled, his tone defiant. “My personal life is none of your concern. Stop meddling in my love life. I’m perfectly capable of finding someone on my own.”


    With an exasperated sigh, Amoura turned to Javier. “Let’s eat first and talkter. Otherwise, we might lose our appetites entirely.”


    Javier was silent for a moment and then called for the waiter to take their order.


    The meal was far from peaceful. Every word from “Colby” sparked an argument, his rebellious attitude evident.


    By the time they finished the meal, Javier’s head throbbed. He hastily urged “Colby” to get married soon before making a swift exit.


    As the room emptied, Eileen was stunned, her fork hovering mid-air. She leaned towards Bryan, her voice a whisper of disbelief. “Do you really think that was Colby?”


    Bryandled soup into her bowl, gently pushing it towards her. “Apart from his appearance, there were moments when he did seem like Colby. But you should focus on your meal for now. We can discuss this after you’ve eaten.”


    Eileen set down her fork, her mind racing. “No, wait. Thest time we saw the fake Colby, you noticed it, too. His mannerisms, his tone—they were different from the real Colby’s. But now, the fake Colby really behaves like Colby; he must have practiced this for a long time.”


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    Seeing her lost in thought, Bryan sighed. “This mystery is certainly perplexing. But remember, an empty stomach clouds the mind. Eat first, and then we’ll unravel this together.”


    “You’re right,” Eileen said.


    The baby in her belly kicked, as if drawn by the tantalizing aromas of food.


    After finishing her meal, Eileen yfully countered Bryan’s earlier point, saying, “It’s true that hunger dulls the mind, but overeating leads to drowsiness.”


    Her once-sharp gaze was now clouded with fatigue, her thoughts a jumbled mess.


    Bryan’s low chuckle filled the spacious office as he stood to clear the dishes. “Go rest, darling. I have a contract to sign this afternoon. Wait for me here when you wake up.”


    “Alright,” Eileen agreed, stretchingnguidly as she rose from her seat.


    Eileen’s belly had swelled considerably in recent weeks, prompting Bryan to impose strict restrictions on her outings. Feeling stifled by the restrictions, Eileen often tagged along with him to the office, sometimes bringing Gabri forpany.


    She had fallen into afortable routine: mornings spent on her phone, followed by a midday nap, and afternoons working on theptop. asionally, she would assist Bryan with minor tasks, content to wait for him to finish working so that they could go home together.


    That afternoon, however, Eileen’s routine was disrupted. As she stirred from her nap, her phone buzzed with a call from Bryan. He exined that the overzealous client had invited him for a round of golf and dinner after signing the contract.


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