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Mya felt baffled!

Looking at Linda's back, she muttered, "What are you proud about? Are you showing off in front of me?”

She watched Linda haughtily disappearing from sight.

Mya walked into the president's office with the documents.

Finnley was eating the cake. He looked blankly at her. The banana milk was on the table, almost untouched.

Mya heard their conversation just now.

"When did you need her to feed you?" Putting the file on his desk, Mya teased, "Didn't you have breakfast?"

“I don't need her to feed me, but don't misunderstand!" Finnley threw the cake and banana milk into the trash can, and said with a slightly helpless tone, "There is nothing between me and her!"

"I didn't misunderstand!" She laughed, "What could I have misunderstood? You guys are both single anyway. It's normal to like each other."

Finnley looked up, staring at her impassively.

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As their eyesight converged, his face eased and he said frankly, "I thought the breakfast was from you."

Mya was surprised, but

me, you would enjoy it. But now it's from her, and

Finnley said seriously,

"You don't like her?"

“No.”

for a while, then tilted her head and

once again

The air seemed

you packed my luggage?" She looked away and changed the subject,

just some clothes, you can pack it yourself, it won't take long." Finnley just found it awkward

back with you this afternoon.” She looked at the document she had just put down, then at the trash

say, but he didn’t know how. Didn't she say that she

it seemed she would

felt a little

once he knew that it was not from her. Finnley knew very well that he had fallen in love

an important event was taking place. Several photos of Mya

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