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CHAPTER 93

YVONNE

"Yvonne," Vladimir's voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

I quickly slid the photo back and closed the drawer.

"Why?" I turned to look at him. "I-I'm looking for something to wear," I stuttered defensively.

His jaw clenched as he looked at the open closet. Something cold seemed to have spilled in my stomach when I realized something.

How could I be so dumb? Why haven't I thought of it?

These clothes are hers! My hands fisted on my sides. I suddenly want to go home. But the thought of the penthouse as my home made me even more bitter.

I have no home. I'm an outsider there.

"Are you okay?" he frowned.

"Can I borrow your shirt instead?" I asked.

"Huh? What's the matter? There are plenty of clothes there. Most of those are new," he said.

"Uhm, but they're too thin," I shrugged, struggling to make an excuse not to wear her clothes.

It's probably the reason why Vladimir thought I was her last night. He was dead drunk. It was dark and I was wearing her clothes. It was definit
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