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When flames engulfed our apartment complex, my partner Lucas's immediate response was to dash out and rescue his longtime friend and neighbor, Isabella Harris.
Attempting to alleviate my irritation, his companion clarified, "Lucas prioritized Isabella's safety because he felt a sense of duty towards her. Their friendship spans more than ten years. If romantic feelings existed, they would have surfaced by now."
I maintained my composure. "I may not comprehend it, but I acknowledge it. I wish them well. Please keep your explanations to yourself."

Flames, Flowers, and Fractured Trust

Despite my attempts to avoid him, Lucas found a way into my workplace, claiming he needed to discuss changes to the advertising campaign.


My coworkers noticed the tension between us, exchanging subtle looks.


Lucas, with his striking features and natural charisma, quickly gained their approval.


I tried moving my desk several times, but it was useless. I could only control my frustration and focus on my work.


I was set on completing the project as fast as I could.


Lucas worked on his computer and occasionally offered me water.


I couldn't resist asking sarcastically, "Don't you have work to do, Mr. Wilson?"


"I always have time for you, Harper," he answered calmly.


I scoffed, "No patients requiring your attention today?"


His face grew serious. "It's not what you think between Isabella and me."


"Why should that matter to me?" I shot back, staring at my screen.


Chapter 11