Chapter Fifty.Without thinking, I grabbed her wrist and gently but firmly pulled her toward the nearest shelter—the old, abandoned house. She hesitated, her steps reluctant, but I didn’t stop.The wooden door creaked as I pushed it open, I fumbled for my phone, the torchlight cutting through the darkness, and scanned the room until I found the light switch.With a flick, the room illuminated, revealing a dusty yet cozy space. The walls were lined with faded wallpaper, and an old sofa sat in the corner, draped with a tattered blanket. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for the moment. I took a step closer, cautious not to startle her. "May I?" I asked gently, holding up a handkerchief. She didn’t respond, but her eyes flicked toward mine before lowering. Taking it as consent, I moved closer and began drying her hair. My fingers brushed through the soft strands, moving them aside to reveal her neck. My hand grazed her shoulder, and before I could stop myself, I leaned down
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