Fredric’s POV

I shoved past Paula’s body, stepping into her apartment with a sour expression, deliberately dodging the kiss she was about to give me.

Was I out of my mind?

No. I was just venting the anger and disappointment boiling inside me — anger at Paula for being so reckless, too bold with her little schemes.

But she didn’t seem to care at all. She was standing in front of the mirror, calmly applying a face mask as if nothing had happened, not even bothering to ask why I looked so tense.

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