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Chapter 8

I couldn't believe I was standing in his penthouse, in his bedroom, helping him arrange his wardrobe. He was wearing a plain white shirt and blue jeans, which was refreshing to see because till now, I had always seen him wearing suits. The informal dress was making him less intimidating, and I was able to breathe more. It was almost like five years before.

 Almost.

 "You sure have loads of clothes for someone who was literally homeless up till now," I said, trying to reach u

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