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Chapter 8

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Everett

I tried my best to ignore Anyta
 to remind myself that she was now in my past, but each time I tried, I only found myself obsessing over her even more.

I wasn't usually this crazy about her. Maybe it was about her new profile as a star and a public figure, or maybe it was the fact that she was now bolder and fiercer compared to the last time I saw her
 three years ago.

I lifted my head to steal another glance at her, and as if fate had planned it, she did the same. Our eyes locked, and in that brief moment, it felt like the world paused.

It was such an awkward moment, and I couldn't help but keep staring at her
 completely lost in her eyes.

She rolled her eyes away all of a sudden, blinking nervously like my gaze had pierced something in her.

“I'd like to be excused for a minute.” She said and scurried out of her seat, rushing out of the door like she was really
 pressed.

But I knew she wasn't. I knew she was only trying to play games. She was only trying to avoid me by all me
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