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Chapter Two Hundred: The Drawer
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The Heiress He Mistook For Nothing Chapter Two Hundred: The Drawer
Amelia“You’re up,” Sebastian said.I stopped in the kitchen doorway. It was a quarter to six on Saturday morning. He stood at the counter in his old grey jumper with a cup of coffee, and he looked like a man who had been awake a while and had not said so.“I know that face,” I said. “You wore it the morning after Eli drew the fourth figure.”“I was thinking about the same thing.” He poured me a cup. “Not the figure. The drawer.”I sat. He sat across from me. The kitchen was doing its early things: the fridge humming, the light at its Saturday angle, three trees outside the window turning from grey to green.“I looked straight through you once,” he said.“You did.”“Across a boardroom table. I thought you were nothing.” His mouth moved. “It’s the worst mistake I ever made. I’ve been trying to see you properly ever since.”“I know,” I said. “You’re nearly there.”He laughed, a loud one, and put his hand over his mouth in case it woke the boys.I thought about it for a moment. I had bee
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