Chapter 140 I'm Still Seeing Glitter Spots

The soft glow of morning slid through the penthouse windows, brushing across garland-draped banisters and polished floors. The faint scent of cinnamon and pine lingered in the air. Amelia was still tugging her sweater over her head when she heard Bryson call her name from downstairs.

“Sweetheart—co...

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