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“So what are you going to do about Nyssa?” Layla asked as the waiter dropped a plate of waffles and a cup of hot chocolate before her.

“Why do I have to do anything about her?” Zayne replied, digging into his breakfast of avocado toast.

“Are you really cutting her off?” She specified, picking her fork and knife and poking at the blueberry toppings.

“Why not? She tried to hurt you and doesn’t respect my boundaries.”

“That’s kind of harsh.” She whispered. She might not have liked Nyssa, but if she were in her shoes, she would have felt crushed too.

“Why?” He blinked, dropping his own fork and knife, and stared at her.

“Because it seems like you led her on, only to drop her when you were tired with her. It’s really sad.” She sighed, picking up her cup and taking a little sip of the chocolate. Her stomach and tongue danced to the wonderful rich taste, and she took a larger gulp.

“How did I lead her on? I didn’t promise her anything, nor did I hint about getting into a relationship with he