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Chapter 22 Sudden Illness
It was two in the morning when Viviane finally finished cleaning up the mess. "Ugh, finally done," she muttered, massaging her sore back. After Mirea had gotten drunk and thrown up all over, the carpet and the bathroom had to be cleaned repeatedly. The chill from the marble floor seeped into her bones, but she didn't have the time or energy to slip on slippers. The cold water running over her fingers only made her exhaustion feel even more overwhelming. She tiptoed back to the bedroom, careful not to wake Cyril. Moonlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting the tall shadow of his figure on the bed. Cyril seemed to be in a deep sleep, his breathing slow and steady. After they had helped Mirea to the guest room when they came back from the bar, Cyril had gone straig
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