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Once the small talk faded, Sylvia adopted a casual, breezy tone. "I just saw a photo online, and it looked exactly like Jillian."
Killian gave a flat hum of acknowledgment. His tone betrayed absolutely nothing. Sylvia couldn't tell if he had already recognized Jillian or if he genuinely didn't care.
"It's just so bizarre. You came to see me off, and she miraculously happened to be there at the exact same time. Our schedules practically collided."
Killian instantly deciphered the venom wrapped in her casual observation. She was insinuating that Jillian was stalking him.
Had she made that accusation a few years ago, he would have believed it without hesitation.
But today was different. He had seen with his own eyes that Jillian was with Daniel, both dressed in business attire, clearly handling corporate matters.
"It's just a photograph. Don't waste your energy overthinking it," Killian said.
"Oh, I'm not overthinking it!" Sylvia laughed, feigning innocence. "But it really makes me wonder if your ex-wife still can't let you go. First the restaurant, now the airport. No wonder the internet is obsessed with your chemistry together."
The more she spoke, the more acidic her mockery became.
She was convinced Killian would find the internet's obsession revolting.
"You're imagining things. Jillian was at the airport with Daniel," Killian stated flatly.
Sylvia's expression went ice-cold.
Daniel?
Why was it always him?
Why was that man constantly hovering around Jillian like a loyal guard dog?
Her initial jealousy over the moody airport photo vanished, entirely replaced by a burning fixation on Daniel. She lost all interest in pressing the issue about the photo.
"Oh. Let's just drop it, then."
"Is there anything else you need?" Killian asked.
"No."
Her mood had plummeted, and she had zero desire to continue the conversation. They said their goodbyes and hung up.
Tossing her phone aside, Sylvia fell back onto the mattress, staring blankly at the ornate ceiling for a long time.
Suddenly, fueled by a reckless surge of courage, she scrambled up, snatched her phone, and dialed a number without a second thought.

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