“I apologize. Allow me to help you clean your clothes.”

The girl eventually opted not to reveal the truth. She turned towards Millie, offering an apology.

Millie’s irate eyes shifted between the girl and Rosie.

“No, thank you. I’ll wash up.”

Before departing, Millie intentionally brushed against Rosie, spilling coffee on her.

“Ahi”

“Millie, stop!”

maintained her pace, responding without glancing

a grown adult well into your thirties, yet your behavior is remarkably juvenile. Treating others as though

about her age triggered Rosie’s

younger than Rosie. It was an inescapable truth that Rosie couldn’t

possessed a strikingly attractive countenance, an attribute

to address the coffee stains on her attire. The dampness clung to her skin, generating a distinct

casually, toying with a pen from her desk, twirling it between his fingers with an air

the office discreetly

Angela’s Library

was undeniably striking, defined by a sharply

are you here?”

responded, “I dropped by to

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