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"..." Nathalie Quinlan showed no expression on her face, mercilessly hanging up the video call. The overly handsome face that was a nuisance on the phone vanished, and the whole world quieted down. Even the air didn't feel as thin as before.
She picked up a bottle of mineral water from the table and took a sip, then she saw a new message from Myles Sullivan pop up.
[Nathalie, didn't you say before that you wanted to have a meal together? When are you free, can we go for a meal sometime?]
Nathalie's attention was drawn back by the message, noticing the rare occurrence of this person sending her three messages in a row.
She scrolled through them, knowing that in the past, she might have responded.
But this time, she didn't reply.
She decisively deleted all the messages from Myles Sullivan and contemplated whether to drag his phone number into the block list as well. Her eyes darkened slightly, but then she canceled the operation to drag his number into the block list.