Theodore's Regret
"Fine. I'll think about it."
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Once again, I got so drowned in writing, I lost track of time. This was my second book that I was working on. I was still an emerging writer, so not a very famous one, but given that my first book got a lot of appreciation and love which, I to be honest, didn't expect, I thought it wouldn't be bad to make my passion my career. It was 12 at midnight. Millie had spent most of the day with me and left just a little before Theodore returned home. I sighed, pondering over Millie's words. I didn't mind giving it a try. I just didn't know what to expect. I haven't even had a proper conversation with him, for the love of God. How do I even start one with him? I