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154: THE OBSESSED PART.

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ELARA’S POV

The woman, who I assumed was Mrs. Jules wrapped Kyle in a quick hug the moment we walked in.

“I never thought I’d see the day Kyle Sinclair showed up late,” she teased, pulling away from him with a warm laugh.

Kyle frowned immediately, his eyes flicking to me with pointed accusation.

I bit back the smile threatening to curl my lips, pretending to be entirely innocent. So petty, I thought, barely holding in a chuckle.

“And you must be Kyle’s friend…?” she asked, turning her attention to me.

“Elara,” I replied with a friendly smile. “Elara Westwood—”

Before I could finish my introduction, she pulled me into a hug.

“It’s so lovely to meet you, Elara. I’m Mimi Jules.”

“It’s nice to meet you too, Mrs. Jules,” I said as we pulled apart.

“Oh, no, darling, just call me Mimi,” she insisted with a bright smile.

“We don’t have much time today,” Kyle cut in, his tone all business. “But if she likes the place, we’ll be back for a more in depth.”

“Oh, of course
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POV i think the plot has lost its essence... Where is Nate??? It's his regret after all. And FL has started to give me strange feelings. Kyle, Rob, Nate... My humble opinion is our dear author has to focus at the essence of the book. No need for dragging it out. Aimed and simple.
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