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Chapter Nineteen
Pehu suggested this to me. I hate to see her in pain. But I want her memory to be restored. I couldn't ignore the sheen of pain when she glanced at the counter near the door.
I grab the forks and put them on the tray. I unclip the apron and glance at her.
She's breathing heavily, "Suhana, what's it?" Immediately, I saunter forward and cup her cheeks.
She swivels her neck looking into my eyes. I observe her in concern.
"Can we go back to our room? I don't like this place." She says, biting on her trembling lower lip. Tears gathered in her eyes. She blinks staring in my eyes and tears roll down.
"S***!" I curl my arm around her waist. Tugging her to my chest, I swipe her in my arms. Her face pressed against my chest and her arms tightened around my neck.
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