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Chapter Forty-seven

My brows are forming a straight line as we enter the classy house. I made sure not to cause want dirt on the floor using my shoes since this man can be a little meticulous and I swear, I would not like it if he'll fire words at me once again.

He is now pulling that damn huge dog using its lace but it doesn't stop glaring at me whenever he have the chance. I suddenly feel like a criminal inside this house because of this freaking dog.

"Is raising a huge dog like this fun?" I asked in the middle of the silence.

Mister Dawson, who is now back from the kitchen, look at me before going down to put a bowl of treats in the floor.

"Yeah, more fun than talking and dealing with people." He answered without looking at me.

I purse my lips when I heard him say that as if he is referring to me but I shove the idea away thinking that he is just maybe like that.

He hates people.

"How old is he?" I asked once more.

He give me a slight glance before sitt
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