Chapter 138
Alyssa couldn't claim she'd left that bite. Megan would torch her with the truth in a heartbeat. So, she needed a different move.
Suddenly, an idea came to her. Alyssa scrolled through her contacts before landing on a number and pressing the call button.
Outside Alyssa's Floral Studio, the sidewalk was packed shoulder-to-shoulder. Cameras flashed, elbows jostled, and reporters scrambled for the best angle.
Time dragged on with no sign of Alyssa, and the crowd grew restless. Finally, the studio door opened.
Alyssa stepped out, leaning heavily on her aide's arm. Her face was pale, and she looked genuinely unwell.
"I'm sorry," she said, her voice soft and strained. "I'm not feeling well today."
A wave of sympathy immediately rippled through the crowd. Everyone remembered she had only six months left to live.
"Ms. Hardin, did you bite Mr. Larson's lip?"
"Ms. Hardin, have you and Mr. Larson taken the next step in your relationship?"
"Ms. Hardin..."
The reporters surged forward, b

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