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“These are your apology flowers?”
“Yes,” he whispered.
“They’re very pretty,” she said quietly, staring down at them, “But they’re not good for apologies.”
“Oh, yeah?” he breathed.
“They mean ‘danger’,” she said, raising a brow at him.
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Marinette had always been so patient with Adrien when it came to matters of his father. She understood that he struggled to say 'no', that he was trying his best. She always made it clear that she loved him anyway.
But even she had her limits. Her trust in him was wearing thin.
Good, he couldn't help but think, standing at her front door with his father whispering into his earpiece. She shouldn't trust me.