However, it was faint and fleeting. "Scared?" Liam lowered his gaze, carefully smoothing down the hem of my dress. Then, just like two years ago, his voice dropped into a low murmur as he coaxed, "Then you should listen to Nathaniel and stay away from me." His expression was as calm and indifferent as ever. But as his words faded, a barely perceptible tremor slipped into his voice. I caught it and just like that, most of my earlier frustration dissipated—replaced by a strange, unexplainable thrill. Letting out a slow breath, I met his eyes. "So," I asked seriously. "Why did you come back?" Before he could answer, I quickly added, "You said you wouldn’t lie to me!" Liam hesitated. Just as he parted his lips to speak, the car rolled to a stop. The moment was lost. He turned his head toward the window, glancing outside. "Get some rest when you’re home," he said instead. "And next time… don’t come pick me up at such late hours." Feeling deflated, I let out a q
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