Emmeline woke up the next morning feeling refreshed like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.She had fallen into a deep, blissful slumber on the library sofa – the first decent rest she'd had in two torturous weeks of tossing and turning with her mind plagued by thoughts of a certain infuriatingly handsome man.As the fog of sleep cleared, she recalled the previous night's events – the phone call, the heated words exchanged, the promises made. But she quickly dismissed it as nothing more than an alcohol-induced delusion, a fleeting moment of weakness that held no real weight in the harsh light of day.After going through her usual quick morning routine, she headed to work, wearing a crisp black shirt tucked into a flirty brown skirt, with Zavian's jacket. It was a subconscious move, one she didn't fully understand herself, but the familiar scent that still clung to the fabric was comforting.Richard had left for work early, and Emmeline was grateful to avoid another confrontati
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