I didn’t even get to finish when Emily was already standing, the distance between us closing without permission. The scent of her perfume, the one I knew all too well washed over me, dragging memories that shouldhave stayed buried. I instinctively took a step back, my back nearly brushing the small table beside the bed.
“Why do you always get so defensive whenever you see me?” she asked softly, though there was a demanding edge beneath it. “I didn’t come here to cause trouble, Liam.”
“Showing up in my room without permission is already trouble,” I replied coldly.
Emily laughed lightly, as if I’d said something amusing.” You’re still the same. Always seeing everything in bláck and white. Life isn’t that simple.”
I stared at her for a long moment. She was still beautiful, perhaps even more polished than the last time I’d seen her. But what I saw now wasn’t the woman I’d once loved, only the source of chaos that had nearly destroyed me before.
“You should’ve contacted my manager. Or my secretary,” | said. “Don’t come here.”
“And you would’ve refused to meet me,” she shot back. “I know you, Liam. If I’d asked for time the ‘proper’ way, you would’ve avoided me.”
I didn’t deny it. Because she was right.
Emily sighed, her tone turning a little more serious. “I just want to talk. Five minutes. About us. About why everything ended the way it did.”

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