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    And just like that, he pulled her into another round of passion, as if the night was far from over.


    When the storm outside finally settled, silence returned.


    Lydiay curled against Jeffry, her breaths still uneven. His heartbeat was a steady drum against her ear, loud and unrelenting. It was obvious—he still hadn’t fully recovered from the intensity of their passionate encounter.


    Lydia could tell something was off. Jeffry was holding something back today. She looked up, her gaze lingering on his sharp, undeniably handsome features. He was striking—unfairly good-looking, really. No matter when, no matter where, he always managed to make her heart race. And right now, with lingering desire tinged with his facial features—it was impossible to look away.


    Without thinking, Lydia reached out, her fingers brushing against his cheek.


    Jeffry’s eyes darkened as he caught her hand, his grip firm. His voice came out rough. “Earlier, you wouldn’t stop saying it hurt. What, doesn’t hurt anymore?”


    Lydia knew exactly what that look meant. Instinctively, she pulled away, putting some space between them before asking, “What’s up with you today? Did something happen at work?”


    She could feel it—something was wrong. Something had definitely happened. She wanted to help, to ease whatever was bothering him, but Jeffry shut her down with a curt, “Nothing.”


    And just like that, he turned on his heel and disappeared into the bathroom.


    Lydia froze, caught off guard by how distant he’d suddenly be. She frowned, biting back the displeasure bubbling inside her.


    Fifteen minutester, Jeffry walked out, dressed in pajamas, looking as unreadable as ever.


    Lydia opened her mouth to speak, but Jeffry beat her to it. “Stay home for now. Don’t go anywhere.”


    “Why?” she asked automatically, confused by the sudden demand. Her injuries had healed. There was no reason to stay indoors anymore. But Jeffry didn’t offer an exnation and just insisted she stay home.


    Lydia’s brows knitted together. Something about this didn’t sit right with her.


    That night, shey in bed with her back to him, refusing to look his way. His attitude was pissing her off more than ever. For the first time, Lydia had seriously considered moving out.


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    The next morning, she woke up to an empty bed—Jeffry was already gone for work.


    She made her way to the living room and saw breakfast neatly set on the dining table. Her frustration eased just a little.


    After eating, Lydia got dressed and grabbed her things, ready to head out.


    But when she reached for the door, she froze. It was locked from the outside.


    She yanked at the handle, but it didn’t move an inch. What the hell was Jeffry thinking? Did he actually lock her in?


    Her expression turned stormy, fury bubbling back up in full force.


    Jeffry wasted no time in getting the marriage certificate with Evelyn.


    Evelyn stared at the certificate in her hands, a wide smile creeping onto her face. She was officially married to Jeffry! Sure, they wedrgely for a business alliance, but that didn’t stop her from feeling excited.


    She tucked the certificate away neatly and then turned to Jeffry with a hopeful smile. “Wanna grab lunch together?”


    Now that they were married, even if it was just on paper, she felt a little more connected to him. She figured that on a day like this, he’d at least have a meal with her. But instead, he shot her down without a second thought.


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