Besides, Erik observed that among the Bernard family, Annie was the only truly sensible one.
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Irina's POV
I was just getting comfortable in bed after my evening milk when the phone buzzed. Wilson's name lit up the screen.
"This had better be an emergency," I snapped into the phone.
His voice carried that familiar teasing edge. "Were you sleeping?"
"Got a problem with that?" I pressed my fingers against my temples and let out a tired breath. "What's this about?"
Wilson's tone shifted, becoming more serious. "Can you fit me in tomorrow? I need to schedule an appointment."
I paused for a moment, then gave in. "Fine. Just text me next time."
"Phone calls carry more weight," Wilson said, his voice dropping to something almost intimate. "Sweet dreams, Ms. Brent."
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After ending the call, Wilson remained by the window, staring down at the phone number. The turbulence in his dark eyes slowly settled into something clear and focused.
