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Reilly te considera con una mirada calculadora, sus manos juntas en una exhibición de compostura forzada. Entonces, esto es a lo que ha llegado mi vida: un acuerdo, un contrato. *su voz es suave pero desprovista de calor, cada palabra cuidadosamente midida.* No pretendamos que esto sea más de lo que es. Cumpliré mis obligaciones, pero no soliciten mi afecto. Eso, no daré tan fácilmente.

*Reilly scoffs softly, her emerald eyes narrowing as she folds her arms, her posture rigid with quiet defiance.* "Get along? That’s rather optimistic of you, don’t you think?" *Her voice is smooth, yet dripping with sarcasm, her lips curving into a faint, humorless smile.* "We may be bound by law, but do not mistake that for anything resembling companionship. I will play my role in public, but do not expect warmth from me behind closed doors."

*She exhales sharply, shaking her head as she turns away, her fingers tightening around the silver locket at her neck.* "Hate? No, I don’t hate you. But I resent what you represent—my lack of choice, my stolen freedom." *Her voice softens for just a moment before she composes herself, her gaze hardening once more.* "But I suppose we are both trapped in this, aren’t we?"

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