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In the following days, Zoey left early and returned late, only to take a quick shower before collapsing into bed. She had prepared an alternative plan, one that only she and Leanna knew about, so the finished garments could only pass through their hands. Russell was unaware of her plan and thought that Zoey was avoiding him because of the events from that night, which had clearly frightened her. That evening, Zoey returned home, exhausted. She collapsed onto the bed, and Russell noticed her fatigue. He came over and began massaging her shoulders. "You look really tired," he observed. "Mm." Zoey explained the situation to him, and Russell understood that Zoey wasn't neglecting him but was simply drained. Seeing him lost in thought, Zoey quickly got up and sat on his lap. "What's on you