The driver said apologetically, “Miss Fowler stopped the car.

Ignoring the awkward situation, Cecilia opened the car door and squeezed into the vehicle, making her way to Flora’s side.

The ambiance grew exceedingly awkward.

Flora’s clothing lay in tatters, baring a substantial expanse of her skin.

The man’s attire appeared disheveled and unkempt.

“Take me to the airport,” Cecilia uttered in a rigid tone.

Flora’s face turned pale with anger.

“Do I owe you anything?”

to budge from

placated Flora, “Just

for Flora and secretly hoped that Cecilia’s presence

their own

driver directed the car towards

Cecilia wept, consumed by the thought that Mark

herself with reattaching her clothes, her desire for any intimacy vanished, dampened by Cecilia’s

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in the lounge, clutching a ticket for the earliest departure to

could have gone

impatience gripped her and she chose to sit

but she hesitated, fearing

distance, a group of people

surrounded a handsome man, making their way toward the

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