“You heading back to Wragos?” he pressed on.


    Karina paused, checking the time.


    She wanted to go back to Wragos, but it waste.


    The thought of driving at night, when it was harder to see, made her nervous about possible danger.


    “If you’re going back, could you give me a ride? I’ll make sure we have a driver,” Carlow suggested, as though he had guessed her concerns.


    Karina’s eyes shimmered as she gazed at Carlow.


    “Absolutely,” she affirmed with a nod.


    Carlow’s smile widened as he turned to Karina’s friends.


    “Are these your friends?” he inquired.


    “Yes,” Karina confirmed.Text property ? N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org.


    “Hello, everyone.


    I’m Carlow, Karina’s friend,” he introduced himself with a slight nod, his gaze lingering momentarily on Rosalynn before shifting away.


    Rosalynn couldn’t help but notice his resemnce to Barlow.


    She politely smiled before apanying her friends out of the hotel.


    On the crisp autumn night, the air carried a refreshing chill.


    The serene moon hung high above, casting a cool, silvery glow over everything below.


    Karina, d in light clothing, instinctively wrapped her arms around herself as a chilly breeze swept by.


    Suddenly, warmth enveloped her shoulders, and she turned to find Carlow draping his coat around her.


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    Meeting his gaze, she saw a gentle smile on his lips, his eyes shining like stars.


    Karina’s heart fluttered, and she quickly looked away, adjusting the coat around her.


    “Thanks,” she murmured softly, reminding herself that he was Carlow, not Barlow.


    “Don’t mention it,” Carlow replied, his voice a gentle whisper in the night.


    As Rosalynn observed the tender exchange between Carlow and Karina, a fleeting thought crossed her mind.


    Could it be that Carlow harbored feelings for Karina?


    He bore a striking resemnce to Barlow and was now Karina’s new neighbor.


    Was it fate’s handiwork to introduce Carlow into Karina’s life as a recement for Barlow?


    “Rosalynn, I’ll head out with Sheldon,” Tilda’s voice interjected, drawing Rosalynn’s attention back to the present.


    “Of course,” Rosalynn replied with a nod.