Ryan slowly stepped into the living room, his reddened eyes scanning the surroundings. Everything looked the same as before, as if nothing had happened. "Mr. Hoffman, you are back."

A gentle and respectful voice, ethereal and melodious, floated into his ears.

Ryan's face instantly lit up with a warm smile, and he reflexively responded, "I'm back."

However, he would never hear the next sentence again.

With a thud, Ryan could no longer hold himself up. His once proud and tall frame collapsed, his knees hitting the floor as he curled into a cocoon.

"Ryan!"

"Mr. Hoffman!"

only to

deeply, large tears streaming from his

let Dean and I handle the organizing. Don't push yourself," Justin

the floor, taking

would always boast about Yasmin, calling her his little follower with

most for him-his dearest friend, someone he trusted with his life. They arrived at

bed, a wardrobe, and a desk, showing no sign

They stood at the doorway, watching Ryan's fingers gently trace

evening gowns, each meticulously

his eyes as memories flooded his

stunning she looked in these dresses. Those lecherous men could

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