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One month later

Alessia

I hummed to the soft beat rising in the room as I blow dry my hair. Recently I had gotten attached to a particular song I came across on a TikTok viral video. Since then, I have been playing it on repeat. In the morning when I'm doing my morning routine and in the night when I'm working. It had been going on that way. It irritates Ryan to the core that whenever he comes to my room, he covers up his ears but now he is already used that he doesn't show a sign of irritation whenever I play the song.

The real reason behind my attachment was because the song speaks a lot about me. I felt like I could relate to the artist. It was a way of hiding my inner feelings.

A knock sounded on the door. I didn't bother to look at the person stepping in knowing it would be the housekeeper, Nikita. However, the clearing of the familiar voice made me look at the door to see Ryan standing hands stuffed inside his pocket with a sly smile on his face.

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