She stared at the message, her long lashes casting delicate shadows as she lowered her eyes.
“He wouldn’t do that,” Petty murmured, so softly it almost got lost in the hum of the car.
He wouldn’t do that.
The man in the driver’s seat froze, his hands tightening around the wheel. Then he heard her let out a quiet, self-mocking laugh beside him. “Do you think I’m...?”
Under the brim of his black cap, his eyes looked cold and distant, but you could tell a storm was brewing inside him.
Petty let out a slow breath. “Promise me you won’t tell anyone I said that. I don’t want to sound like an idiot.”
“But if I’m being honest, Franco would never do something like this. Back when The White Group was falling apart under Sebastian a few years ago, Franco stayed up late working for two months straight. If he was really the type to cut corners or cheat, there’s no way he would’ve put in that much effort. If he wasn’t so unbelievably tough, he would’ve crashed a long time ago.”
Malcom’s fingers hovered over his phone, hesitating for a moment before typing a question. How do you know?
“Because my room was right next to his. Every night I’d wait up until I heard him come back from the study before I’d let myself fall asleep.”
Petty gave a little wave, like she was brushing away the memory, a wry smile on her lips. “It was such a silly crush. Looking back, I can’t believe how naive I was.”
Back then, the fact that her room was right next to Franco’s felt like destiny, as if the universe had arranged it just for her. So many little things happened between them living side by side.
She could still remember being thirteen, when she got her first period. It was Franco who bought her pads.
That night, she’d just finished showering and was sitting on the bed, towel-drying her hair. Suddenly, she felt a weird warmth spread beneath her. The minute she saw the spot of blood on her pink bedsheets, she knew what it meant. All the girls at school had whispered about it, and plenty had already gone through it. Still, her own experience caught her totally off guard.
She panicked, not knowing who to ask for help. She flung her door open right as Franco happened to be passing in the hall.

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