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Chapter 25: A Guest with a Key

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Isla stared at Damien for a little too long.

She allowed his question to hang in the air at first because of the speed with which he had caught her off guard and secondly, because she could not seriously believe he was asking her that.

So he really wanted to know if she would be okay with him bringing in his mistress…or old friend rather than living in a space that was supposed to be theirs. In the end, she gave a small shrug.

“Why are you asking if it would bother me?”

Her tone managed to remain smooth, but there was a glint in her eye.

“I thought personal feelings weren’t allowed.”

Damien didn’t blink. His eyes, however, stayed fixed on her like he was trying to read her mind as usual.

“I’m simply being polite,” he finally replied coolly.

Isla’s face twisted, her nose wrinkled, then she shook her head at once.

“No,” She blurted. “No, you’re just being cruel.”

Then without waiting for what he would say next, she turned around sharply to resume her procession to her room, disappear
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