“All I want is for the two of you to be safe. Everything else, including my own life and my illness, comes after that. I won’t force anything else.”
She knew he was likely telling the truth, but the old wounds remained. The days of being misunderstood and neglected couldn't be erased by a simple promise of protection. She didn't say anything more, just gave a slight nod, a silent acceptance of his proposal. Staring at the pages that documented the dangers around her, Danielle knew that from this moment on, her relationship with Alexander had become complicated once more.
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Leaving NextCore, Danielle sat in her car, her mind replaying the conversation with Alexander. The frank admissions about misunderstandings, protection, and the past swirled in her head like a tangled mess she couldn't sort out.
She drove back to Ninesky and went to her office, but she couldn’t focus on her work. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard for a long time without typing a single word. After what felt like an eternity, her office door opened gently. Gian walked in with a mug of hot milk and placed it beside her hand.
“You’ve seemed distracted ever since you got back. Did something happen? If you need to talk, I’m here to listen.”
Danielle looked up into Gian's concerned eyes and felt a wave of warmth. She shook her head, her voice tinged with exhaustion. “It’s nothing, just some things I haven’t figured out yet. I’ll tell you when I’m ready.”
Gian didn't press her. He just nodded, his tone accepting. “Alright, no rush. But remember, whatever happens, you don’t have to carry it alone. Call me anytime you need anything. I don’t care if it’s the middle of the night. I’ll be there.”

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