Seven Years of Love Seven Minutes of Truth novel Chapter 74

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Chapter 4 

Chapter 4 

I never expected Nina to come looking for me. 

The restaurant was crowded that evening, the warm glow of the overhead lights casting soft reflections on the polished wooden tables. I barely looked at her when I set down the dish, just another customer in the endless stream of faces I served every day. 

“Enjoy your meal.” I said, the words automatic, practiced. 

But then–she spoke. 

“You’re Cecilia?” 

The way she said my name sent a slow chill through me. 

I turned my head, finally meeting her gaze. 

She was watching me, appraising me like I was something cheap on a store shelf, something barely worth a glance, let alone her attention. Her perfectly manicured fingers toyed with the stem of her wine glass, a smirk playing at the 

corner of her lips. 

Then, she let out a soft laugh–sharp, disdainful. 

“Do you even have more than a hundred dollars on you right now?” Her voice dripped with mockery. “Where the hell did you crawl out from, huh?” 

I didn’t react. 

I just looked at her, my expression giving nothing away. 

She smirked, tapping a nail against the glass. “Two years by Pax’s side. You must be good at playing your cards. 

But i 

“But tell me–do you even know who he really is?” 

I tilted my head slightly. “And if I do?” 

Nina scoffed. “Then I’d say you’re dumber than you look.” 

Pax family’s youngest son, their golden boy. The one who had been spoiled, adored, shielded from the real world his 

entire life. 

Her gaze flickered with amusement, as if she could already see the cracks forming beneath my calm. 

“You don’t belong in his world.” She leaned forward slightly, voice lowering into something almost gentle. “Be smart about this. Pack your things and leave.” 

I held my ground. “Or what?” 

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Chapter 4 

Her smile widened, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Or you’ll stick around just long enough to be discarded. And trust me, that won’t be pretty.” 

I said nothing. 

Because, really–what was there to say? 

Instead. I turned on my heel, ready to walk away. 

But she moved faster. 

She shot up from her seat and reached for my wrist, her grip delicate but insistent. 

Without thinking. I pulled back. I hadn’t even used much force. 

And yet- 

She staggered, heels slipping against the polished floor, her body tilting–falling. 

The tablecloth went with her, dragging plates and glasses down in a cascading crash of shattering porcelain. 

The entire restaurant seemed to go still. 

For a moment, all I could hear was the sharp ring of broken ceramic against tile. 

Then like a switch had flipped–Nina changed. 

-Gone was the sharp, arrogant woman from seconds ago. 

Her expression crumpled, tears welling in her wide, delicate eyes. 

“A–Pax. she whispered, voice trembling, fragile. 

I barely had a second to react before a sudden force shoved me aside. 

Pax. 

He pushed past me without hesitation, kneeling beside her.