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Chapter 8

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He cleared his throat, maybe he noticed how I was staring at him shamelessly.

My breath hitched when he lowered himself to pick his phone which was on the ground.

Maybe it fell during the night.

I don't even remember when we fell asleep.

His brow furrowed when he looked at his phone.

“What happened?” I asked out of concern.

Or you can say out of curiosity to know if it was Carol.

“Huh” he didn’t hear me.

It made me more curious about what made him so lost.

“Did something happen?” I asked, my voice low.

“No-It just about business” he replied dismissing me completely.

He never does that.

But now his behaviour is completely different.

He used to cherish me.

He would leave his work for Me.

Now, I'm left with only his bits and pieces.

After freshening up he took me downstairs.

His hand around my waist.

And one hand clutched my other hand tightly.

My leg was a little better than before but I didn't dare tell him that.

Or he'll leave me. Again.

Maybe I was childish but I can't help it.

His e
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