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    Maia blinked, caught off guard by the question. “We’re legally married, and as long as we are, I’d never do anything to betray your trust.”


    Chris frowned slightly, a hint of dissatisfaction slipping into his voice.


    “That’s not the answer to the question I asked.”


    Maia mped her lips together, unsure of what to say.


    Chris watched her stay silent for a moment before letting out a quiet sigh, his eyes clouded with faint disappointment. His tone was wounded as he said, “Maia, after everything that happenedst night, are you really going to pretend it didn’t happen?”


    A sharp jolt ran through Maia as her heart skipped a beat. She stared at him, stunned. “W-What do you mean? What did I even do to youst night?”


    Chris’ sharp almond-shaped eyes narrowed briefly before he slipped back into his rxed, easygoing manner. Lifting an eyebrow slightly, he asked, “How about you think back and figure it out?” Without waiting for a response, he started pulling the door closed.


    Panic red in Maia’s chest, and she lunged forward to stop him. “Hold on!”


    She scrambled to recall the details of the night, her mind a blur. All that surfaced were fragmented images.


    The only things she could vividly recall were waves of heat engulfing her body and a haze clouding her thoughts.


    Did something actually happen between her and Chris?


    No matter how hard she tried, the memories refused toe back. Gripped by anxiety, she eximed, “Can you just tell me what really happenedst night? I really can’t remember.”


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    Chris nced down at her, a mischievous smile ying at his lips. “I’m getting ready to change. Are you just going to stand there and stare?”


    A flush spread across Maia’s face, and she quickly released her grip on the door handle.


    A soft click sounded as the door shut firmly in front of her.


    Maia instinctively took a step back, her heart pounding wildly. She recalled that Vince had drugged herst night, and Chris had shown up just in time to rescue her.


    But beyond that, everything turned hazy, and a sharp pain throbbed in Maia’s temples.


    Could it be that under the drug’s influence, she had ended up sleeping with Chris?


    A few minutester, Chris strolled out of his room, now dressed and looking fresh.


    Right on cue, the doorbell rang with the arrival of their food delivery, and they soon found themselves seated across from each other at the dining table.


    Though the porridge smelled wonderful, Maia could barely bring herself to take a bite. Her head was a whirlpool of unanswered questions, and no matter how much she tried, she couldn’t shake the confusion gnawing at her.


    She wanted to ask Chris what had really happened, but the words refused to leave her mouth. Every time she tried, hesitation took over, and she second-guessed herself.


    Across from her, Chris ate slowly, his face calm and unreadable, as if nothing unusual had happened.


    Maia gripped her spoon, absentmindedly stirring the porridge, stealing nces at him whenever she thought he wasn’t looking. Dressed casually today, Chris looked effortlessly handsome, his charm radiating without even trying.


    A slight rush of adrenaline sent her heart racing.


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