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Chapter 85

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(Celeste Moretti's POV)

“You’ve been walking,” he said. “I’ve been walking in the same direction.”

“That’s a very diplomatic way to describe it.”

“You’ve been avoiding me for two weeks,” he said. His voice didn’t change. “I think I’ve been fairly patient about it.”

I didn’t deny it. There wasn’t much point.

“I needed some space,” I said.

“You’ve had it.” He glanced at me sideways. “Have dinner with me.”

It wasn’t really a question. It had the shape of one, but not the weight.

I thought
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Who is Marco again??? Last time I read, celeste's lawyer was Sebastian.
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