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We could focus more on with Chris at the office, or perhaps a romantic getaway where they try to leave the shadow of the job behind.

The bridge project could wait. Some things were meant to be built in the light, but the most important things were built in moments like this. No Dejes De Besarme Por Culpa D Chris De Wit ...

The tension in Julian’s shoulders snapped. The ghost of the office, the blueprints, and the cold, judgmental eyes of Chris De Wit faded into the background noise of the clinking spoons and the pouring rain. We could focus more on with Chris at

Elena reached across the table, her fingers catching his. Julian flinched, his eyes darting to the door as if De Wit himself might walk in and dock his future for the crime of affection. The tension in Julian’s shoulders snapped

She bridged the final inch between them, her lips brushing against his. Julian froze, the phantom voice of his boss echoing in his head, preaching about discipline and the weakness of sentiment.

The rain in Amsterdam didn’t just fall; it blurred the world into a watercolor of greys and neon reflections. Inside the small, dimly lit café, Elena sat across from Julian, the silence between them heavier than the storm outside.