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Martin were writing the eighth Harry Potter book. “This area’s off limits to worshippers. How did you get here in the first place?” the guard continued suspiciously. “I thought we were closed.” “No, they opened the doors,” said Maurice, giving it all he had, his natural awkwardness masking any signs of subterfuge. “They let us in, but we must have taken a wrong turn. There’s just so much to look at. You must be very tired standing here all day, I don’t know how you do it. What’s through there?”

More, and more. End of Book 1

As she’s about to leave the room, someone called. “Hey, I’m leaving the hotel. My car service is waiting,” she talked to the person on the other line. “I can’t wait to see you here. We’ve so much to see and talk about,” Noah said. Cela gave her room one final look. This is the place where she leaves her old self. “We wanted to go to a specific place and it didn’t matter if the road was rough and the journey was long. In the end, we found different places for ourselves but these places were the destinations where we were truly meant to go,” she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

“Besides, it’s not every day I get to have someone as beautiful as you in my house.” Chloe clenched her jaw, her patience wearing thin. “I’m not here for your games, Mr Manchester. Where do you want me to leave these documents?” He chuckled, clearly amused by her irritation. “Upstairs in my study, of course. But come on, relax a little. I don’t bite. Not unless you want me to.” He winked, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous spark that made Chloe want to slap him. Instead, she kept her expression neutral, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her rattled. “Let’s get this over with,” she muttered under her breath as she followed him up the grand staircase.

I was closing the door to an entire chapter of my life. The Milan chapter.