Retreating to her room, Madelyn stripped off her soiled clothes and stood in front of her wardrobe, contemplating her attire. Through the thin wall dividing her from the outside world, Zach’s voice carried in.

“I’ve got urgent business at the company this time. If I can wrap it up early, I’ll rush back to you!” he said.

Understandingly, Jadie replied, “I’m fine, Zach. Go do what you have to. I’ll be here waiting for you.”

“Alright. If you get tired, you can sleep in my room. I just changed the sheets and blankets.”

“Alright, I’ll remember that.”

faded away, Madelyn thought he had left. She was about to breathe a sigh of relief when the door to her room suddenly swung open. Startled, Madelyn’s hand froze mid-air, holding her dress, her face flushed a fiery red. Her hands fumbled, clutching her clothes tightly around her. Zach, standing by the door, glanced at her bare silhouette. His hand, resting on the door handle, tensed, and his gaze quickly averted. For

was no part of her that Zach had not seen. But for some inexplicable reason, in that very moment, Madelyn’s heart fluttered in disarray. It was as

she hastily slipped into her skirt, forcing herself to regain her

pulled out a card and placed it on the table near her. His lips parted slightly, voice low and gravelly. “Here’s a shopping card,

“Thanks, bro.”

stood still for a moment, swallowing hard. A primal urge, animalistic and restless, stirred within him. After a few seconds, he finally stepped away, gathered his meeting documents,

Only if I were

suppressed the turmoil within him, pressed the accelerator, and

room and was about to descend the stairs for a relaxing break when she swung open her door to find Jadie about to ascend. Their eyes met, two worlds colliding with no common language. Even though she carried a guilt over Jadie’s demise in their past life, making friends was a bridge too far for Madelyn. She decided on a path of courteous indifference, to simply coexist for a few years and then part ways

Madelyn found

tidying up Zach’s room,

staircase marked her retreat. As she was about to step onto the third stair, Jadie’s

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