Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Five.

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Anastasia's POV.

Exactly. Like what the actual fuck?

I need to wake up from this lucid dream, because it doesn't look like reality anymore. I am feeling like I'm in one of my old romantic novels, whether on the fantasy genre or not, where things like this occur. This is real life, and there's no way I am meeting both Hillary and Cole in this place, like the other day, at the office.

For some reasons, I feel that is exactly. I mean, exactly what is going to happen right now if I don't talk.

And when I begin to talk, the kind of look Hillary gave me, I regret instantly that I decided to even say anything, "hey, Hillary...I did not expect you to be here..." I stop talking immediately and afterwards, his eyes shift from me to Cole Hunter.

Then, he narrows his eyes at him, but he says nothing. When Hillary's eyes return to my face, I wonder why he could he this angry. For a moment, I never thought it could be at me, but at Cole, until he says, "I