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    "I''ll move, I''ll move!"


    Jane didn''t even finish her breakfast and jumped up enthusiastically. "Frank is so wealthy, I''m deeply grateful..."


    "No need to be grateful," Frank said meaningfully. "Consider it an early wedding gift for you and Zachary."


    Jane was rendered speechless.


    "What?" I was stunned, realizing that Frank wouldn''t say something without reason, and quickly looked at Jane. "You and Zachary? What''s going on?" How could I, who should be in the loop about my best friend''s major life events, not know this before Frank?


    Jane cleared her throat. "It''s not... what you think."


    She felt that she couldn''t even get Zachary to have the slightest feelings for her.


    Frank understood. "Zachary is hard to pursue, right?"


    "Did he tell you?" asked Jane.


    Frank smiled. "Charlie came to my cest night and drank all night."


    This was implying that Charlie had mentioned it.


    Jane closed her eyes. "I haven''t done anything with him. We''ve already made things clear."


    I caught the key point. "So, you do have something going on with Zachary?"


    Jane scratched her head, then sat back down and said openly, "It''s too early to say anything. It''s just my one-sided desire to want something going on."


    "You guys carry on. I''m heading to the office." Frank gave us space, kissed my forehead, and left with his car keys.


    Seeing his receding figure, Jane cursed, "He not only stole my best friend but also makes me feel nervous every day!"


    Once Frank had closed the door, she expressed her frustration.


    Iughed and didn''t say much, just stared at her. "So, you really like Zachary?"


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    With Frank gone, Jane spoke more frankly. "It''s just a rebellious feeling. The more he tries to keep his distance, the more I want to see what happens." "Anyway..."


    Thinking of her previous experiences, I said seriously, "As long as you can stay happy, you can try whatever you want."


    Jane asked curiously, "Aren''t you worried that if things go badly with Zachary, it might affect you and


    Frank?"


    After all, they had grown up together like brothers.


    "Why worry about that?" I smiled. "Don''t worry, Frank values me more than anything else."


    No matter the situation, he was always the one who would put me first.


    Jane, with her short-term stay, moved in the middle of the day after finishing lunch. I apanied her and, after ensuring the new ce was fully equipped, hurried back home to focus on the design drafts.


    The headquarters in Jston had started recruiting for the branch office. Once the jobs were done and the staff situation improved, I would be able to focus solely on custom designs and get some respite. In the evening, as the golden sunset streamed in, I realized my neck was a bit ufortable. Just as I was about to get up and stretch, someone pressed me into their arms and held me!


    A man''srge hand, clearly defined by the wrist, rested on the back of my neck: "Your neck is ufortable, right?"


    I rxed my body, looked up at him, and asked, "Howe you''re back so early?"


    I didn''t move, letting him hold me and enjoy his somewhat haphazard massage.


    He rubbed his chin against the top of my head, his voice tender. "I missed you, so I came back early."


    He took two steps back, sat on the sofa, and, holding my lower back, lifted me onto hisp. Then, he made no further moves, simply holding me quietly and patiently massaging my neck.


    The position was both intimate and ambiguous.