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Nora Fatehi knew exactly who that "him" referred to. A dull ache pressed against her chest again—not because she was thinking of that worthless ex, but because recalling her own pathetic past self made her feel utterly undeserving.

Seeing her stay silent, Caesor let out a quiet sigh. It seemed his journey to win her heart still had a long way to go.

Two days later