Liam leaned back slightly in the chair, arms crossed in that deliberately calm way of his.“Me?” he asked, expression unchanged, voice steady. “Jealousy never suited me, Doctor. I like having control over things, but I’m not the jealous type.”Olivia nearly laughed but caught herself before the sound escaped.“Control and jealousy aren’t exactly synonyms?” she said lightly, teasing, though the irony was unmistakable.The doctor watched them both with quiet interest and answered before Liam could fire back.“You always were good at pretending, my boy,” he said with an experienced smile. “But anyone who really knows you understands that blood rises fast when something—or someone—hits close to home.”Liam didn’t smile. He didn’t need to.He simply held the doctor’s gaze, jaw set in a hard line.“You still see me as the kid I used to be, Doctor,” he replied, polite but edged with challenge. “I’ve grown up.”Dr. Luiz gave a low chuckle and shook his head.“The man changes, but the instinct
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