Anwen sighed and took another sip of wine before saying, "Opie, didn't you change your phone number? You have no idea. He's been texting me nonstop every single day. It's driving me insane."She rolled her eyes and imitated in a dramatic tone, "'It's getting colder today, so remind Ophelia to dress warmly.' "'It might rain later, make sure she brings an umbrella,' "Like, seriously? Does he think he's some tragic, lovesick hero? Who's he trying to disgust?"I blocked him, and guess what? He just got a new number and kept texting me. It's so damn annoying! If I didn't have so many clients who needed to reach me, I'd have changed my own number by now."I was so furious that I nearly threw my utensils across the room. That bastard—what a pathetic piece of trash!Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I asked, "Anwen, do you still have the messages Benedict sent you? Can I see them?"Drunkenly, Anwen handed me her phone. "Look. They're all here. I'm a lawyer, remember? If you want
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