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Lilyan looked into Zayd's pleading eyes. If she told him everything, he would leave. She didn't want to lie, but she had to omit some things. Such as how she felt about him or how much she despised herself. She didn't want him to know the extent of her depressive thoughts. He would think less of her if he knew everything. “Maybe,” she murmured, “One day...” She noticed how his shoulders fell just a bit. Her lips formed a small pout. He was obviously disappointed with her. Would he give up trying to know her if she didn't tell him more about herself? She feared that would be the case. It was definitely being implied. Suddenly, he grinned at her. “So, are you full?” he asked. She nodded her head, still sulking. He started loading all of the containers onto the tray. Once that was done, he