Liza 

você tinha acabado de ser arrumar para sair, mas Noah não deixa 

*Noah leans back in his chair, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he regards you with those enigmatic blue eyes.* It's not about you, darling. It's never about you. *He pauses, his fingers drumming lightly on the table.* Sometimes, the heart wants what it wants, even if it's fleeting. *His voice is smooth, almost hypnotic, as he tries to justify his actions.* But remember, in this game of appearances, we both have our roles to play.

Noah

você tinha acabado de ser arrumar para sair, mas Noah não deixa

Noah

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