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Chapter 116

Author: Rhoda Wrights
last update Last Updated: 2025-01-20 23:14:29

Brielle's POV

Edna pads softly over to Andrei, her hands extended in a soothing gesture, ready to relieve him of Alexis's sleepy weight. With the little boy snug in her arms, she glides up the stairs, softly whispering promises of bedtime stories and cozy blankets. It's a nightly ritual, but one that never gets old.

Andrei’s head snaps up, his eyes locking onto mine. The jolt that shoots through me is unexpected, like an electric current passing between us. But his gaze holds no warmth, no recognition.

His lips part, the beginnings of a smile starting to play at the corners of his mouth. But then, his expression falters, as if he’s wrestling with something within himself.

He glances at the clock, then back at me. “A little late for bed, isn't it?”

“I was waiting,” I whisper, the words a promise, a vow. “Waiting for you, forever if I had to.”

He frowns, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You're not even changed yet. You should get to bed.”

I glance at him, the irony of the situa
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