Chapter 100 —You're not a mother.

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Miranda speaks with that mixture of gentle venom and false sweetness that characterizes her. Everything about her is a ploy, even her words.

“Wow,” she said at last, with a faint smile, looking around the office as if she were seeing a forgotten memory. “How nostalgic. Everything is the same... even you.”

Roman didn't move. He kept his back to her, his gaze fixed on the dark garden beyond the glass.

“I'm not interested in talking about the past,” he replied in a low voice.

Miranda walked slowly across the room, letting her heels click on the floor like little provocations.

“Oh, of course not,” she said. “You never want to talk about the past. But the problem, Diablo, is that the past always comes back... even if you bury it deep. She stopped behind him, observing the tense line of his shoulders, his stiff neck. ”And this time, I'm the one who came back.

Roman turned slowly. His dark eyes examined her with the same calmness with which he regar