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Chapter 4 288 Vouchers Chapter 4 Claire's POV I hadn't expected to see Lorenzo here. I didn't answer his question but asked him. "What are you doing here?" He blinked, hesitated, and then said quickly, "I-I was having dinner nearby with a friend. I saw you passing by and thought I should check." His tone was casual, but the flicker of panic in his eyes betrayed him. Before I could respond, a familiar voice called from behind him. "Lorenzo, what's taking so long?" Aria Vale stepped out of the car. She was wearing a cream-colored coat, her hair loose and shining in the sunlight.

When her gaze met mine, her expression shifted slightly, surprise first, then something almost triumphant, carefully hidden behind a polite smile. "Oh," she said, walking closer, "is this your wife?" Lorenzo's shoulders tensed. "Yes. Aria, this is Claire." His voice wavered, then steadied again. "Claire, this is Aria." Aria extended her hand toward me, her smile warm, practiced. "Nice to finally meet you, Mrs. Claire. Did you come all the way out here for something important?" "I'm I looked at her hand but didn't take it. Instead, I lowered my gaze.

just here to fulfill a birthday wish for a friend," I said softly. "And take 0.00% 11 48 Chapter 4 17 288 Wouchers a few pictures."· "Really?" Aria's voice brightened. "That's perfect! I'm actually great at photography. Maybe I can help pick the outfits, too." I lifted my eyes to Lorenzo. When he didn't object, I didn't refuse. We then rode together in Lorenzo's car. I sat alone in the back seat. At first, the car was quiet. Lorenzo held back, not daring to say much. But soon, Aria started a conversation about a recently released movie. Out of courtesy, he responded to her briefly.

It was a topic he enjoyed, so he got carried away, forgetting that I was in the back. When we arrived at the photo studio, they stepped out first, still laughing. I waited for a moment, then slowly reached for my wheelchair, struggling to pull it out myself. My hands shook slightly as I locked the wheels in place and pushed forward, following behind them. At the entrance, a young greeter smiled brightly. "Welcome! Are you here for a couple's photoshoot? You two look so perfect together!" Lorenzo froze. His face darkened instantly. "She's not my said, voice sharp.

"Please don't talk nonsense." wife," he The greeter's eyes widened. "Oh! I'm so sorry, sir! You just looked so... well, compatible. " Lorenzo didn't answer. His gaze flicked toward me, and for this time, he seemed to realize how it must look. Chapter 4 1288 Vouchers He rushed back to my side. "Sorry,Claire, we got so caught up talking that we forgot about you. Why didn't you say something?," he said softly, guilt written all over his face. Aria followed, tilting her head with an apologetic smile. "Oh no, I didn' t even notice!

Why didn't you tell us earlier, Claire?" I watched their performance quietly, feeling nothing but tiredness. I said nothing. Once, Lorenzo and I had been the couple people envied. We'd shared inside jokes, whispered plans for the future, laughed until it hurt. Now, even small talk between us felt impossible. The receptionist appeared, clipboard in hand, eager to smooth over the tension. "What kind of photos would you like today?" Lorenzo and Aria both turned to me. I said quietly, "Just... some random shots." "Sounds good!" Aria clapped her hands together.

"Claire, why don't you go pick out a few outfits? Since it's hard for you to move around, Lorenzo and I can test some poses first, so you'll know what to do when it's your turn." Before I could respond, she tugged at Lorenzo's sleeve. "Come on, let's get started." He hesitated. For a brief second, he looked back at me, guilt flickering across his face. But then Aria laughed, and he followed her. From my chair, I watched them step in front of the camera.

At first, Lorenzo kept his distance, hands stiff, expression uneasy.But 30 77% 1148 Chapter 4 288 Vouchers under Aria's gentle coaxing, that distance faded. She touched his arm, adjusted his tie, leaned into his shoulder. The photographer praised them. "Perfect, just like that! You two have great chemistry." Aria smiled coyly. Lorenzo chuckled softly, eyes softening as she whispered something that made him laugh harder. I just watched them from a distance, laughing under the studio lights. The camera flashed again and again, freezing their smiles into something permanent.

When I realized they weren't going to stop, I called over another photographer. "I'd like a black and white portrait," I said. He scratched his head, hesitant. "Black and white can look a bit... cold. Maybe you'd prefer color? Or we can edit in a soft filter-" "No," I interrupted quietly. "Black and white is fine." He studied me for a moment, then nodded. "Alright." When he lifted the camera, I sat still, not smiling, not posing. A shadow against light. A woman fading quietly from her own story. When the photo was developed, he handed me a small envelope. "Here," he said softly. I nodded.

"Thank you." 47.61% 11 48 Chapter 4 288 Vouchers I was still holding that envelope when Lorenzo and Aria walked toward me, their arms brushing as they carried their printed photos. Aria was smiling. "Claire," she said sweetly, "Sorry, we got carried away and forgot about you. Why don't you two take some photos now." I shook my head. "No need." Lorenzo looked guilty, his jaw tightening. "Claire... please. At least let me do something to make it up to you." "I said it's fine," I replied, my voice even. But guilt makes people desperate to fix things that can't be fixed.

"Then I'll buy you something," he said suddenly. "A necklace. You've always liked jewelry, right?" Before I could answer, Aria clapped her hands. "Perfect! I'll come too. I also have been eyeing some earrings." So we decided to go to the mall for buying jewellery, Aria was more interested in. It was a big, crowded mall, full of music and chatter. Lorenzo's phone buzzed before we even reached the first store. "Sorry, work call," he said, stepping away toward the parking lot. "I'll be quick." Aria and I stood in awkward silence for a few seconds. I didn't want to shop.

I didn't even want to be there. "I'll head out," I said quietly. "You can wait for him." "Oh no, I'll walk you," she said quickly, smiling too wide. 61.04% 11.48 Chapter 4 11 288 (Vouchers We were halfway down the corridor when the fire alarm went off. The siren blared, loud, sudden, and terrifying. Red lights flashed across the ceiling. People screamed. Someone shouted "Fire!" and chaos broke out. In seconds, the hallway was a wave of bodies, people shoving, running, and tripping over one another. Aria let go of my chair. I tried to grab the wheel, but someone slammed into the handle.

The next moment, I was falling. The floor came up fast. Pain exploded through my shoulder as I hit the tiles. Someone kicked the wheel. Another stumbled over me. My hand burned. Gripping a railing, I struggled to lift my head and saw Lorenzo fighting his way toward us against the flow of people. His face was white with fear. He pushed through the people, pulled Aria into his arms. His voice trembled with relief. "Are you hurt? Are you okay?" She shook her head, clinging to him. He exhaled in relief, holding her tighter.

It wasn't until Aria looked down and said, "Lorenzo, she's on the ground," that he even saw me. His expression changed instantly. "Claire!" He rushed to me, kneeling beside the wheelchair that had been knocked over. "God, I'm so sorry. I didn't see you. Are you hurt?" 11 48 Chapter 4 His words tumbled over each other. Guilt. Panic. Apologies. 11 288 Vouchers I said nothing. My expression was calm, as if nothing had happened. As we left the mall, I overheard a girl whispering to her friend, her voice filled with awe. "Did you see that guy? He ranagainst the crowdjust to find his girlfriend.

That's love, isn't it?" Her friend giggled. "Lucky girl." My fingers were trembling on the wheel. I knew they were talking about Lorenzo and Claire. And then I noticed Lorenzo. It was the same look he'd had in high school, when he'd run into the rain to pull me from a collapsing tent. He was still brave. Still willing to risk himself for someone he loved. Only now, that person wasn't me. Cedella Cedella is a passionate storyteller known for her bold romantic and spicy novels that keep readers hooked from the very first chapter.

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