The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 499

Chapter 499

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xercise in absurd stealth. Because

celebrity,” our exit from the studio feels like a

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He waves it off. “No, it’s… you’re probably right.” He hesitates, then looks down at his menu. “I also… I owe you an apology. For the anniversary celebration. I was rude. I was… on edge. The stalker fans…” He trails off, the subject clearly a raw nerve.

econd time he’s mentioned them. I know from casual

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“Worse,” he whispers, his face pale. “I keep feeling… like someone’s been in my house. When I’m not there. Or even when I am. But I can never find anyone. I’m starting to feel like I’m going crazy.”

Goosebumps prickle my arms. “Have you considered… other explanations?” I ask carefully. “Besides an intruder?”

“You mean, like, a ghost?” He shakes his head, but there’s a flicker of doubt. “It’s not just a feeling. Things move. I’ll leave my script on the coffee table, dead certain. I’ll come back, and it’s on the kitchen counter. A book facing one way on the shelf will be turned around. Nolan swears he doesn’t touch anything:” He only gives Nolan a key. After a few incidents, he began questioning his own sanity. “Back home, it was occasional. Since I’ve been in Florisdale, leasing this place… it’s constant.”

He’s not lying. The fear in his eyes is too visceral, the details too mundane and specific to be fabricated. A sense of professional duty, mixed with a thread of sympathy, settles over me.

“Alright,” I say, my voice firm. “I’ll make time tomorrow. To come and see the place for myself.”

The relief that floods his features is immediate and profound. “Thank you,” he breathes, the words heavy with genuine gratitude.

The rest of the meal passes with lighter conversation.engg’s7

It’s no trouble.”

I shake my head, already pulling out my phone to summon a ride. “You’re avoiding paparazzi. The last thing you need is a photo of you dropping an unidentified woman at a private villa. Let’s keep our distance in public.”

It’s simple risk management. He nods, understanding, and with

teful look, he disappears back into his disguise as I

he curb, waiting for my car.

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