Chapter 7 Counter The bookstore had just opened, and Jasmine was busy dusting the shelves when the doorbell chimed, signaling the arrival of a customer. She glanced up and froze. Lucas stood in the doorway, his suit impeccably tailored as always, but his face carried an unusual hesitancy. Her fingers tightened around the cloth in her hand, and she swallowed hard. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice steady but cold. Lucas stepped further inside, his hands stuffed in his pockets. "We need to talk." Jasmine sighed, placing the cloth on the counter. "I don’t have time for this." "You always seem to have time for everyone else," he said, his tone tinged with frustration, "but never for me." She gave him a hard stare. "You lost the right to demand my time when you signed those divorce papers. What do you want, Lucas?" He glanced around, noticing Mrs. Henderson shuffling books behind the counter. "Somewhere private," he said, his voice quieter now. Jasmine crosse
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