This Time, I'll Be the Villain's Favorite Daughter novel Chapter 319

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The cream was an unbroken, flawless white. The fruit sat vivid against it, and the decorative work was so fine and precise it lookerklike something kept behind glass in a display case.

“It really is,” Ernest said, and he meant every word without qualification.

He’d been watching her for weeks now, and no matter which angle he approached it from, he kept landing on the same conclusion. She was the kind of girl who lived out the ‘Live, Laugh, Love’ motto instead of leaving it hanging on a wall like a decoration that was collecting dust.

She dyed her hair the most impractical shade of green imaginable and wore it without a single apology. She made beautiful things and brought them to the people around her. She kept her daily streak going with her brothers with the kind of steady, unironic sincerity that most people shed somewhere around the middle of growing up.

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Chapter 317 His Curiosity

How does a kid like that rind up s

“Mava. Emest said, lifting the dessert front the desk in front of him. Hi voke carrier dat

Madn’t quite belong to the person she’d be warmer somehow, like something th there a reason you became an assassin? Was there something that pushed you into

“Not really,” she said simply.

It was just the family business.

Her father was a hitman, her mother was a hitman, and her brothers were hitmen

So naturally, she was one too.

Ernest read her face and found no trace of a joke anywhere in it. He quietly let go of whatever notion he’d been carrying about steering her toward something better.

It didn’t matter anymore.

“Your line of work has its obvious problems,” he said, “but you’re a genuinely good kid. He bit down slowly on the spoon, and the sweetness spread across his tongue like something unhurried and quiet. His eyes curved into a small smile. “A good girl spending her time surrounded by people like us generally doesn’t come out of it well.”

He’d used that phrase too many times now. Maya’s eyes narrowed, studying him, the way you study something that’s slightly wrong but you can’t yet name the problem.

His eyes were too still.

It was the kind of stillness that lives on the surface of the ocean right before everything underneath it

turns.

“You should leave tomorrow,” Ernest said, and the words carried the flat, certain weight of a decision already made. “I’ll arrange an escort out for you.”

Maya looked down and pressed one finger lightly into the surface of the cake, a small smear of cream catching against her skin. She didn’t notice.

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