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    Ernest’s lips curled into a cold, dismissive sneer.


    Fortunately, he’d had the foresight to arrange this meeting with Elissa today.


    Robin’s pathetic attempt was destined to fail spectacrly.


    Not just this time—if Ernest had his way, those two would nevery eyes on each other again!


    What man alive wouldn’t feel threatened by his lover’s former me?


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    Especially when that particr ex had once shared something deep and genuine with Elissa, something real!


    Twenty minutes passed slowly before the doorbell finally rang, breaking the tense silence.


    Ernest rose from his seat and strode toward the door to answer it.


    “Your food order has arrived, sir.”


    “Thanks very much.”


    Without requiring any phone notification this time, Ernest caught sight of Robin’s car pulling away from the direction of the manor.


    Leaving so soon after arriving?


    Ernest allowed himself a satisfied smirk.


    He closed the door firmly behind him and carried the bag to the dining table, ncing at his watch. The timing should be just about perfect now, shouldn’t it?


    Elissa had probably finished her bath by now.


    Her fragile body couldn’t tolerate soaking in hot water for extended periods.


    He headed back upstairs, paused just outside the bedroom door, and knocked softly. “Elissa? Have you finished? May Ie inside?”


    “…” Inside the room, Elissa’s voice wavered uncertainly. “Yes, you can enter.”


    “Then I’ming in now?” Ernest asked once more for confirmation before slowly turning the doorknob and stepping inside.


    Elissa stood there awkwardly in the center of the room, her movements stiff and uncoordinated.


    Ernest regarded her with apparent calmness, yet somehow as if he could see straight through to her thoughts, a slight knowing smile yed across his lips.


    “You…” Elissa’s unease intensified visibly, and she tugged self-consciously at the oversized hem of her robe. “Did you identally give me the wrong clothes?”


    “No, I didn’t make a mistake.” Ernest’s Adam’s apple bobbed noticeably as his gaze darkened and intensified.


    She stood before him wearing his personal bathrobe, the one he used every morning.


    On his tall frame, the robe hung just below his knees, exposing his muscr calves. On her much smaller figure, it reached all the way down to her ankles, the excess fabric almost dragging across the polished floor.


    She looked exactly like a small child ying innocent dress-up games in her father’s oversized clothes.


    “I only keep my own clothes here at the vi, so you’ll have to make do with them temporarily.”


    In the forgotten past they’d shared together, she had borrowed and worn his clothes countless times before.


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