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Carrie made her way back to the doctor’s office alone, holding the paper bag with Kristopher’s clothes. The room was empty—no doctor in sight—so she sat down on a bench by the wall. After a quiet moment, she slipped her hand into the bag and pulled out Kristopher’s ne.

Ity in her palm, cool and weighty. She remembered how flustered he had been when she tried to take it earlier—like it meant more than just a piece of jewelry. He had known Aliza was hurting him, yet he still held onto the gift she gave him so tightly.

He seemed to cherish Aliza so much, just like he had Lise before her. It seemed he could fall in love with anyone except her.

Carrie closed her fingers around the ne, forcing herself not to overthink it. She didn’t have the right to be jealous—not anymore. Still, seeing him so attached to something from another woman stung. She wasn’t as unaffected as she liked to pretend.

With a quiet sigh, she dropped the ne back into the bag and turned her gaze away. While she sat lost in her thoughts, the door creaked open behind her. Kristopher walked in, fresh from the scan, wearing a hospital gown with the cor slightly open.

The way the fabric hung on him—loosely, effortlessly—made his lean, defined build stand out in all the right ways.

Carrie looked up instinctively, and for a moment, she forgot how to blink. There was something quietly maic about him—elegant but unpolished, like he wasn’t trying to be handsome… he just was.

She quickly stood, flustered again, and handed him the bag.

Kristopher took it and opened it, peering inside—not really looking for anything in particr, more so to break the silence between them. But the move made Carrie think he was checking for the ne.

“Put it back in the bag,” she said quickly.

Kristopher’s gaze flicked up to hers. “Would you mind putting it on for me?”

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Carrie hesitated. Did he care that much about this ne? Her lips pressed together, and though she wanted to snap at him, she swallowed the thought and nodded silently.

Kristopher reached into the bag, fished around, and found the ne in the bottom corner. He handed it to her without even ncing at it.

She stepped in front of him, eyes on the sp, and said softly, “Lower your head. I can’t reach.”

The truth was, she could reach. But if he stood straight, she would have to get way too close, and right now, she wasn’t sure she could handle that.

Without saying a word, Kristopher bent down.

Carrie kept her arms stretched as far as they would go, fastening the sp quickly without letting their bodies brush.

“There,” she said, stepping back immediately. “You should go change.”

It wasn’t cold, but her voice carried a slight chill.

Kristopher looked at her for a moment—his expression unreadable, something inscrutable flickering in his eyes. But he didn’t press.

He just nodded. “Okay.” Then he turned and walked out.

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