Chapter Forty Two.

Mirabelle's POV:

Later that evening, Noah arrived home. I was in the kitchen, preparing dinner, my back turned to him, but I could hear his approaching footsteps.

“Hey, babe.” He called out, dropping his bag on the floor.

I turned, a smile lighting up my face. “Hey! How was your day?”

“Productiv...

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