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10

Henry Smith, in an unprecedented move, stayed home that night.

He left his study door wide open, simultaneously reviewing company documents and keeping a watchful eye on my potential departure.

This must be the first time he's ever spent the night at home, right?

I felt an inexplicable flutter of joy and asked him coyly, "Would you like to come sleep in my room? If not, I'll have to lock the door."

He didn't give me a straightforward answer, only saying, "I haven't showered yet. Why are you locking the door?"

Ambiguous as ever.

Unable to decipher his intentions, I turned and retreated to my bedroom.

Nestled under the covers, I checked Kane's messages.

"Sis, are you deliberately teasing me? I'm gonna camp outside your house all night unless you sweet-talk me."

"I'm sorry. I'll treat you to dinner another day."

I felt a twinge of guilt.

Kane was easily placated, though.

"Alright, I guess that's my role as the go-to guy. You'd better make it up to me next time."