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And she was going to be the death of him. “I don’t know,” she said. “I got sick the last time I ate duck.” The waiter pursed his lips. “Perhaps a steak? A bistecca alla fiorentina?” To Wyatt’s ears, the waiter’s voice grew husky. “It’s an Italian recipe… a great piece of meat…” “That’s it!” Wyatt sprang to his feet, flattening his hands on the table. “Back off, dude! She’s a vir…go.”

she said as she stood up hastily. Claretta just smiled, taking some files from another employee. Claretta watched in surprise, many of them were busy playing on their cell phones rather than busy doing their work in front of the computer. "What are you doing?" asked Claretta curiously. Several people started to gather around him and show them their electronic novels. "Look at this!" suddenly a cell phone pointed at Claretta's face. For a moment, Claretta saw the title of the novel 'Knight and 4 Ultimate'. Claretta skimmed the title of the online novel and Claretta felt dizzy at their behavior.

She would usually do it herself but now that she wasn't here, Anthony felt lost. He decided to distract himself from thinking about her by watching some TV, but it got boring real soon. "Mr. DeMarco, sorry to bother you again." It was the housekeeper again. Anthony looked at her. "You are not bothering me. Is there something wrong?" he asked. "No sir, nothing is wrong. I just found this book lying on the ground. I figured it could be something important, so I thought I would give this to you," she said and handed him a red leather-bound book that looked like a journal.

I come right out not too long after and slip on the nightdress I had earlier pulled out. My eyes catch the my bag in the corner and a thought creeps into my mind. I quickly move to the door, quickly locking it. I'd really hate to be caught right now. I take up the bag and empty its contents on my bed. My eyes widen in shock as I recognize it. The Novel. The one I had wished to be sent to. How did it get here? I have to hide it. I don't even know why, but I get a very strong gut feeling to do so.

"Quentin will sneak back today. Would you like to come with me to the airport to pick him up?" "Quentin?" The name struck a chord of familiarity, echoing the male protagonist from my harem novel. "Quentin Bennett? The famous star Quentin Bennett?" "Yes," the woman gently touched my forehead. "No fever." I possessed an unusually high level of acceptance. Blinking, I realized I must have transmigrated. So, the reason that awful book was covering my face when I died served a purpose! Before my demise, I had been telling Randy that I would sue Quentin Bennett for bigamy!