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CHAPTER 357
Afterwards...
"Your mum… I haven't heard you make mention of her," Aramis hinted as he picked up a plate of shredded chicken.
Aramis's gentle probing about Asia's mother hung in the air, casting a sombre mood over their breakfast.
As they sat together in his room, the table spread with food, Asia found it difficult to take a bite, her appetite diminished by the weight of her past.
Her gaze remained fixed on her plate, hesitant to meet Aramis's eyes. A mixture of guilt and vulnerability welled up within her, making it hard to even lift her cutlery.
Sensing her inner turmoil, Aramis's voice was filled with concern as he called her name.
"Asia."
Her heart trembled as she finally looked up, meeting his gaze. With a heavy sigh, she spoke softly, her voice tinged with regret.
