Mr. Fake-Mute's Love Game Ended When I Stopped Playing the Fool novel Chapter 112

Dr. Carmichael waved him over. “Come help your sister Sloane with her bags

‘And say hello! Don’t just stand there!”

couldn’t help but smile.

This kid,” she muttered. “Always so serious. I don’t know if 111 live long enough to see him bring a girl home What woman would get up with that de

After a few more instructions, she left.

ules grabbed my bags and led me to my assigned apartment.

It was a one–bedroom. Spacious. Clean.

He set my things down and immediately started making the bed. Then he went through the welcome flowers from the other researchers and pred

roses.

“I’ll get rid of these for you.”

I blinked. “How did you know I don’t like roses?”

“When you were tutoring me, one of my mom’s friends gave her a bouquet with roses in it. You frowned.” He shrugged “Figured you didn’t like them.”

I stared at him.

He remembered that?

A tiny detail from years ago–and he’d held onto it.

Harry knew I hated roses. I’d told him. And he still brought them into my life. Over and over again.

He could be thoughtful with everyone else.

Just not with me.

Maybe his love for me had faded so gradually I hadn’t even noticed.

“Hey. You okay?”

Jules’s voice pulled me back.

I smiled and shook my head. “Yeah. Thanks for getting rid of those.”

We talked for a bit. Caught up.

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