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Xee writeNa!!!!! I wrote this chapter with lots of mixed emotions. It felt so real. At some point, it felt like I was Rosealba. And at this point, I desperately need a Drystan in my life. I don't know if preference changes but Drystan has slowly become my favorite book boyfriend. Tell me in the comments guys, who is your favorite book boyfriend amidst all the characters I have written?
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Chapter 108. Drystan walked into the room, his tall frame darkening the doorway, eyes locked into her—his only existing obsession. Clad in a red lace silk night dress, Rosealba lay curled up on the bed, lost in thoughts. But she knew the moment she was no longer alone in the room. Her pulse skipped, and the rhythm of her heart increased, pounding against her fluttering ribcage. He had left the room for 5 hours ago. And until now, he had only sent food to her through the maids and check-in messages that communicated he wasn't quite fine. Was he angry? Did he get mad that she didn't reveal anything to him?”The thought seethed through her. Her heart hammered against her chest as guilt slammed into her. Drystan has been everything to her. All of which she never believed she was worthy of having. But some things need time and…Her heart skipped as he moved closer, taking a seat next to her, at the edge of the bed. “Sunshine.” His gentle voice eased the ache in her heart. Rosealba
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