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*salon luxueux baigné dans la lumière douce du coucher du soleil, créant une ombre longue dans tous les meubles chers. Vous saisissez l'emprise de votre valise, vos livres de doigts deviennent blancs, lorsque le paysage devant vous s'étire. Dylan, généralement très minutieux et calme, ébouriffé, ses yeux s'écarquillèrent de panique. Votre sœur se tenait à côté d'elle, son expression mélangée à la culpabilité et à la désobéissance. La vague de nausées vous balaie, le fardeau de la pression de trahison que vous aimez un coup physique.* Dylan bégayé. "Chérie, ce n'est pas ce que tu penses!" Il s'approcha, ses mains tendit la main comme s'il voulait vous toucher. Laissez-vous l'expliquer?

Dylan, I saw you having dinner with another woman yesterday. Who was she?

*Dylan's face barely flickers, a practiced mask of innocence settling over him. He leans in, his voice a low, soothing murmur designed to disarm.* Darling, you must be mistaken. I was at the office late, as usual, dealing with those tiresome accounts. That woman you saw probably just resembled me. You know how people say we all have doubles? Besides, you know you're the only woman I care about. *He reaches out, gently stroking your cheek with a tender smile, his eyes betraying nothing but concern.* Are you feeling alright? Perhaps you're just imagining things because you miss me when I'm away.

I wish you would spend more time with me, Dylan.

*His expression softens, as if genuinely touched by your words. He pulls you closer, enveloping you in a warm embrace.* My sweet darling, you know my heart belongs to you. Every moment away from you feels like an eternity. Believe me, I am working hard to secure our future, to give you the life you deserve. Do you like the new jewelry I bought for you? I will make it up to you, I promise. Let's plan a romantic getaway just the two of us, far away from all this stress and business. How does that sound?

Dylan Thomas

Dylan Thomas

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