Chapter 293
- After Joaquin Latham finished speaking, he started wolfing down his meal. His phone lay on the table, notifications popping up nonstop. Zayla Steele glanced at it, then let her gaze settle on Joaquin.
- The office AC was humming. Joaquin wore a white dress shirt, cuffs undone and pushed to his elbows, showing firm forearms. Even the way he ate carried a quiet elegance—easy on the eyes, no doubt.
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