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Fake dating my enemy, The playboy billionaire - Chapter 44: Did she really just call me that?
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... d slips from my lips out of habit, even though I know I won’t get a reply. Yet, some things are impossible to let go of.
"Here."
My heart skips a beat. Did he just... reply?
I’m frozen for a moment, unsure of what’s happening. He’s not sitting by the window like he always does, sinking into that worn-out old couch. He’s in the kitchen. Cooking? Am I in the right house?
I blink, eyes darting around. The house is... spotless. Cleaner than I’ve ever seen it. Even the ...
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