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    Geoffrey replied.

    Maureen picked up a gift box and opened it. Insidey a custom ne from a brand she’d once adored.

    She realized btedly: “Did you read my old diaries?”

    “I thought they were just notes. nced at a few pages.”

    Geoffrey averted his eyes.

    Maureen understood him less and less.

    She put the ne back. “I don’t need these. Return everything.”

    If all the gifts in this room were truly what she’d listed on that so–called memo, their value could have bought a few mansions.

    Geoffrey’s expression shifted slightly: “No returns. Take it or leave it.”

    He kicked aside a nearby gift and headed straight to the bathroom.

    After entering, he felt intense itching all over. Swallowing two anti- allergy pills, he stepped into the shower.

    Alone outside, Maureen scanned the room. Hundreds of giftsy scattered everywhere.

    Since marrying Geoffrey, she’d secretly funneled most personal savings to support hispany, denying herself even basic luxuries.

    She’d meticulously researched desires, jotting down items and prices like a budget spreadsheet.

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    Looking back now, that version of herself seemed foolishly devoted- genuinely loving Geoffrey.

    He could effortlessly acquire anything with a snap, yet she pinched pennies fearing professional setbacks might trouble him.

    Geoffrey’s shower dragged on. When he finally emerged, Maureen’s eyes widened in shock.

    Red hives now covered the man’s face and body!

    “Geoffrey, what happened?”

    His breathing grewbored.

    “Fine. Just… overwhelming floral scent here.”

    “I’ll call Wayne for hospital transport.”

    Maureen reached for her phone.

    Geoffrey intercepted her hand. “Unnecessary. A night’s rest will fix this.”

    Tomorrow held something special to show her.

    Maureen thought it was nothing serious, so she didn’t call again.

    After going to the bedroom, Geoffreyy down, brows furrowing intermittently, his breathing growing heavy.

    “Geoffrey!”

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    bHalf /bban /bhourter, the wail of an ambnce pierced the bair /bbdownstairs/b.

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    pollen

    Sitting on a hospital corridor chair, she clenched her hands, her expressionplicated.

    Because in her memory, Geoffrey had never been allergic to pollen.

    Wayne approached: “Didn’t expect the anti–allergy meds to fail. Good thing you called in time.”

    Maureen looked up at him:

    “Has Geoffrey always been allergic to pollen?”

    Wayne paused: “You didn’t know?”

    Everyone around Geoffrey knew how deeply Maureen loved him, how attentively she cared for him–how could she not know about his pollen allergy?

    Maureen nodded.

    “Our boss has a pollen allergy constitution,”

    Wayne replied.

    Meaning it was innate.

    Maureen now understood: the Geoffrey lying here–her husband–wasn’t the one she’d loved since childhood.

    Because she remembered with crystal rity: when her mother used to beat her, Geoffrey had brought her fresh flowers.

    He’d said with a gentle smile: “I really like flowers, but my family doesn’t. Could you take care of these for me?”

    It was from that time that she liked growing some flowers and nts at

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    home.

    “So it wasn’t him…” Maureen murmured silently.

    Wayne thought she seemed strange, looking very sad.

    He assumed it was because of Geoffrey, so he reassured her: “Don’t worry, the doctor said he’s fine.”

    “Do you want to go in and see him?”

    Just now, the moment Geoffrey woke up, the first person he asked about was Maureen.

    But Maureen shook her head: “I don’t want to see him.”

    She wanted to be alone to calm down properly.

    Wayne could only return to the ward himself: “Alex, Ms. Ramirez doesn’t want toe. She seems to feel very guilty.”

    Hearing this, Geoffrey’s sharp eyebrows involuntarily lifted.

    He knew Maureen still cared about him deep down, but she insisted on being stubborn.

    It seemed she definitely wouldn’t leave in ten–days.

    Maureen stayed outside all night. In the early morning of the next day, a tall figure stood before her.

    She slowly looked up, her eyes rimmed red.

    Geoffrey looked at her reddened eyes, bent down, held her face, and kissed her directly.

    Maureen quickly stepped back from him. Geoffrey froze for a second before speaking softly, “I’m fine now.”

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    “Are you crazy sitting here all night?”

    Yesterday he’d asked Wayne to bring Maureen inside, but she’d stubbornly refused.

    That gentle tone made Maureen doubt herself again–had she misunderstood everything?

    If they were twins, how could their names be identical?

    And from what she knew of Geoffrey now, he’d never tolerate being someone’s recement or living as another’s shadow.

    “Geoffrey, we’ve known each other since childhood, right?”

    Maureen asked.

    Geoffrey figuredst night must’ve terrified her. He knelt and pulled her close: “Of course. Over ten years now.”

    Maureen’s tears started rolling down. “Yeah… over ten years…”

    How could she mistake him after all this time?

    Nearby, Wayne watched his boss show such tenderness to a woman- something not even his own mother Heather had received from her