Suits My Palate
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Han Eu-meh had not stepped out of her room since the accident with Mrs. Lu. She was quite scared of what the Lu family would think of her, especially Lu Aotian.
The memory of his angry, piercing gaze when he demanded to know what had happened haunted her. If they had discovered her plans against Mei Xing, Han Eu-meh was certain she would have faced Lu Aotian's wrath.
With that fear gnawing at her, Han Eu-meh remained secluded in her room, pacing the floor anxiously. She needed to come up with a convincing story for the Lu family if they ever demanded the full truth.
The room was dimly lit by the late afternoon sun filtering through the heavy curtains. Her heart pounded as she contemplated her next move.
The silence was broken only by the occasional chirping of birds outside. As she continued to pace, she heard a knock on the door.