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Chapter 11

The next day, Heather was still fast asleep when a knock on the door pulled her from her dreams.

Groggy and half-awake, she shuffled to the door, assuming it was Brett and instinctively mumbled, "Honey…"

The moment she sensed the coldness radiating from the person on the other side, clarity snapped back to her.

There stood Jason, carrying a canvas and a bag of painting supplies, staring at her with a frosty and disdainful expression—as if it hadn't been him who had passionately embraced her the previous night.

Without bothering to respond, he turned, clearly intending to leave, but Heather quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, demanding a kiss.

Jason pushed her away, shutting the door behind him, before heading straight to the living room to set up his painting tools.

How could someone be so oblivious to the mood?

Heather, shrugging off his indifference, decided to take a shower. When she emerged, she pulled the curtains shut, discarded her clothes, and stretched out o
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