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    Ryan, preupied with a remote meeting, didn’t notice. He responded nonchntly,


    “Yeah, he’s been smiling more oftentely. It’s not that unusual.”


    Lillian sensed something amiss.


    After taking a shower, Cedric was about to head upstairs to see Dani.


    As he opened the door, Lillian’s gaze followed every move.


    “Heading upstairs again?” she called out.


    Cedric halted, then turned back, walking towards the living room instead. He casually picked up the remote.


    “No, just nning to watch some TV.”


    Lillian squinted, skeptical.


    “Really? You seemed pretty set on going upstairs.”


    Cedric, who had initially wanted to go up but knew Dani preferred to keep things discreet, turned to the television and responded cryptically,


    “You must be imagining things.”


    Lillian frowned.


    “I’m not the one with illusions, Cedric. Just be careful with Dani.”


    Cedric smiled to himself, reflecting inwardly. He wasn’t there to cause trouble; he was utterly enchanted by her.


    Lillian was a bundle of nerves as she went to Dani’s room.


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    “Dani, Cedric has been behaving rather oddlytely.”


    Dani was engrossed in her puzzle, hardly looking up as she mirrored Ryan’s earlier dismissive tone.


    “Oh, really?”


    Lillian grasped Dani’s hand.


    “Seriously, don’t brush this off. Men either simmer in silence or erupt without warning. I think he’s teetering on the edge, about to lose it.”


    It was the first time Dani had encountered such a colorful portrayal. She burst intoughter, unable to contain herself.


    Lillian squinted with a hint of mischief.


    “Dani, I suspect his entricity stems from his long, unsessful campaign to win your heart.”


    Meanwhile, downstairs, Cedric was channel surfing, unimpressed by the offerings. His gaze drifted upstairs, restless. No television drama could hold a candle to the intrigue of observing Dani.


    Shirley approached with a bottle of juice, leaning in to subtly showcase her figure.


    “It’s sweltering today. Have some juice.”


    Cedric barely acknowledged her, nudging her aside with the remote.


    “You’re blocking the view!”


    Shirley’s grip on the bottle tightened.


    Was Cedric even interested in women?


    He just passed up a golden opportunity.


    Or perhaps his interestsy elsewhere?


    Shirley studied Cedric’s chiseled features.


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