Chapter: 802

Rosalynn snatched the phone. “What’s the passcode?”

“Your birthday.”

It was her birthday again.

Rosalynn paused, her lips forming a tight line, and refrained from commenting.

After a few taps, she located the recording and erased it.

tossed the phone onto the table, spun on her heel, and stormed

deep voice trailed after

weren’t any backups

turned to look at

breakfast. Once we’re done, I’ll

slicing a steak, an assured smile playing on his

in a deep breath, repeatedly reminding herself

a seat opposite

“Here you are

passed the sliced steak to

hungry, and

she shoved

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