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... smiles tugged at the corners of their lips.

Roger was the first to break the silence. "You can freshen up and change into something more comfortable," he suggested with a warm, reassuring tone. Rising from his seat, he gestured towards the hallway. "Follow me."

Varya trailed behind him, her thoughts swirling as she stepped into the bedroom, which was conveniently next to his. "You can stay here from now on," Roger said as he casually released the handle of her trolley bag. "No n ...

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