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He thought that a question like that, which sounded like he was blaming her, would at least some kind of explanation.

But on the other end of the line, there was only a brief silence, and then a reply even colde: than before.

“Oh.”

Ethan felt his temples throb.

He took a deep breath, trying to hold back his urge to demand answers. “When are you com back?”

“I don’t know,” Amelia answered shortly, then added, “Probably really late tonight.”

Her careless tone made Ethan’s anger flare.

Ethan’s voice went sharp, full of doubt. “What kind of therapy takes all day? Where exactly a you going that it takes until night to come back?”

Something felt off.

It all sounded like an excuse.

An excuse to spend the whole day alone with Mason!

“Mason drove you there? So you’re together all day?”

Amelia let out a cold laugh.

“Ethan, do I need to report to you about who I’m with or where I go?

“You sure are nosy.”

Without giving him a chance to reply, Amelia hung up.

She set her phone on the table, her face completely blank.

She didn’t even care to imagine how furious Ethan must be right now.

“Done.” A gentle female voice spoke.

Kaia carefully removed the last silver needle from Amelia’s leg.

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“How’s your leg feeling today?” Kaia asked, packing away her needle kit with a concerned

“Much better. It feels warm and comfortable,” Amelia said sincerely, moving her ankle an genuinely thanking her.

While Amelia sat quietly, focusing on her breathing, Kaia came back carrying a sliced grapefruit, smiling as she placed it in front of her. “Try this. It’s our farm–grown grapefrui super juicy and really sweet.”

The golden peel was cut open, showing the plump, translucent fruit inside, and the fresh, citrusy scent filled the air.

Just then, Mason, who had been quietly sitting in a nearby wooden chair, walked over slow

“Mr. Everett, have some too,” Kaia said warmly.

“Sure,” Mason replied calmly, but his eyes stayed on Amelia.

Amelia was looking down, her slender, pale fingers just finishing peeling a perfect wedge of grapefruit. Juice glistened on her fingertips.

She was just about to bring it to her mouth when a strong hand suddenly reached toward he

Before she could react, Mason grabbed her wrist, leaned down, took the grapefruit she’d jus peeled–and ate it in one bite.

The warmth of his breath brushed her fingers.

Amelia froze.

H–how could he do that?

Mason straightened up, chewing casually, then added as if it were no big deal, “Hmm, it really sweet.”

He looked completely calm, as if what he had done was the most normal thing in the world. But the spot on Amelia’s wrist where he’d touched her burned.

It took Amelia a long moment to find her voice again. She was both embarrassed and annoyed but didn’t know how to react. She could only glare at Mason, her big eyes full of silent

accusation.

To Mason, she looked like an angry little cat–hardly intimidating, and somehow even a little

cute.

A faint, fleeting smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

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Kaia, watching the strange tension between them, just smiled knowingly and stayed quiet.

The weather was nice that day, and the therapy finished early. They didn’t linger and soon go back in the car to head home.

The ride was quiet.

After a long silence, Amelia finally spoke. “Ethan came looking for me this morning.”

Mason kept his eyes on the road, hands steady on the wheel, and gave a simple, calm, “Mm,” show he’d heard.

His calm reaction left Amelia unsure what to say.

They drove on quietly for a while. Just when Amelia thought the topic was over, Mason spok again, his voice low and clear.

“How much longer until your divorce is final?”

Amelia paused, quickly calculating in her head, then said softly, “One more week.”

Seven days from now, her ridiculous marriage to Ethan would officially be over.

Mason didn’t say anything more. He glanced at the road ahead and murmured softly, almost himself, “Why does it take so long?”

His voice was soft, almost like a whisper, and Amelia wasn’t even sure she had heard it right.

She didn’t know if he meant the drive back to the estate or the long wait until her divorce wa final.

But for some reason, her heart skipped a beat again, uncontrollably.

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