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6. Temptation's Trap
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2024-10-04 17:00:43Noah and Belle entered the house, the warmth of the evening still clinging to them. Belle walked ahead, feeling both exhilarated and confused, her mind spinning with everything that had happened. The day had been a whirlwind, especially after the unexpected visit to the doctor, which had left her with more questions than answers. She glanced at Noah, who walked beside her in silence. His jaw was set, his eyes unreadable. There was a part of her that wanted to hold onto the peace of the day, but Noah’s distant, calculated demeanor kept her on edge.
The memory of the syringe, the doctor’s cryptic expression and Noah’s cool detachment all swirled in her mind. As Belle started to climb the stairs, she turned back to Noah, her heart pounding. “Thanks for today." She said softly, unsure of what else to say. His silence unnerved her, but it only made her more drawn to him.&nb
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