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Apology
"I apologize for the mess, Miss. You didn't have to do this to protect me. If I get fired, that's probably what I deserve. Not you. It wasn't your things that were taken and damaged."
Moreau had never expected Caroline to catch up as soon as the woman had cleared the scattered jars. She didn't look Caroline in the face, but the guilt behind the woman's voice was unmistakable. This wasn't right. The mess started because she was chasing after Troyas. If only Moreau hadn't been enthusiastic enough to take Troyas for a spin. That shocking scene would never have happened. Barbara's urn wouldn't have been giggled at, dropped, broken, messed up, and most importantly, Moreau wouldn't have found her father's gift jacket to be targeted, helpless, and perforated in one spot with a—for her—horrible hole."It's okay, Caroline. I don't blame you, but can you leave me alone? I don't want to be disturbed."Related chapters
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"Your habit, Amiga. Always not being careful." Juan's statement seemed deliberately worded so that Anitta would never take her eyes off the scratch on Moreau's leg. Something had gotten out of hand. She'd been thinking too much about how to ask for a half-day pass to fulfill Abihirt's words this morning, and just now... unexpectedly, Moreau had flopped over and was knocked several meters off the ice sheet. Not entirely an obstacle. Things didn't have to be exaggerated. They were facing a slight advantage regarding the break time. For now, Moreau could take a few moments of respite, while Juan needed to help her clean up the remaining dried blood, which would occasionally make Moreau shy away when the pain struck, as if eating at the sensitive nerves in her body. She held Juan's hand. Hoping the man was a little concerned, but the crisis within Juan seemed to hold a certain passion while watching her pain reaction. The man mustered up a feeling of satisfaction, a silent smirk, ex
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"Moreau fell and slipped on the ice, Mr. Lincoln. I don't know whether to call her your daughter or your girlfriend, but she hasn't been careful lately. Our coach just scolded her. That's what happened." Damn Juan. It looked like the guy wanted to make his mouth drop open. It was too obvious to state their confusion in the training hall. Moreau glared. It felt like she wanted to give Juan a warning so that the man would understand and stop meddling in matters of interest. However, the most striking action among them was Abihirt extending a hand. It gave Moreau a moment of hesitation to simply accept. She remained silent for a long time, though she eventually hobbled over to get closer. One pure action left a slight nervous impression. Moreau said nothing as she felt Abihirt's gentle touch on her hip. She looked at Juan briefly. The man returned the hollow eye contact, then alternately dropped his attention there. On one arm that was lightly intertwined. Obviously there was no p
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