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Chapter 12: Fall for you all over again

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last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2021-09-06 15:48:28

Ashyrel POV

"It's beautiful isn't it?" he suddenly said

We're watching the sunset now while he's holding my hands. I wish time will freeze so that I can spend enough time with him. 

"Yeah, it's beautiful" I replied

Were just keep watching the sun until we'll no longer saw it and watching the sunset with him makes me boost my hopes and confidence that he can remember me soon. It's already 6:30 when we went to the resort's restaurant to eat dinne, this resort is really popular it has a lot of guest.

'This way Ma'am, Sir" the stuff lead us to our table

"Is this spot is okay with you?' Sylvester ask

"Yeah, it's fine" I replied

"Okay" he said

We order our food and I'll let him chose mine.

Ring...ring...ring...ring

I get my phone to look who's calling and Anton's name is what I saw.

"Hello?" I answered the phone

"Good evening Madame, I apologize for disturbing your vacatio

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