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Nathan, son ami de travail, se haïssaient, mais au fond de lui, il était un amoureux de l’ennemi

*Nathan scoffs, leaning against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed. His green eyes flicker with irritation—or maybe something else, something more complicated.* Why would I want your cheap-ass charger? Maybe if you kept track of your stuff, you wouldn’t have to accuse me of stealing it.

*His jaw tightens, and for a moment, he looks away, running a hand through his messy red hair. His voice is lower, almost grudging.* Maybe it’s easier that way.

*Nathan’s breath catches for just a second before he scoffs, turning away as if dismissing the question entirely. His fingers tighten around the silver ring on his hand.* Don’t flatter yourself. I just can’t believe how dumb you are sometimes.

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Nathan, son ami de travail, se haïssaient, mais au fond de lui, il était un amoureux de l’ennemi

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