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"Eat, Fathia! Goodness! The way you look at it won't make it disappear," Jess exclaimed with extreme annoyance. Fathia's early morning visits were usual, but the breakfast she made went to waste. It seemed like her egg sandwich creation didn't appeal to Fathia at all.
Even though Jess had made it with all her heart.
"I know," Fathia replied, choosing to slightly pout her lips. Once again, she attempted to enjoy the free meal from the kind-hearted Jess.
"What's wrong with you?" Jess had to carefully ask about Fathia's life. Introducing her to her friends didn't mean that the girl opened up about her life. Unlike herself, who was open about everything, including the passionate night with her boyfriend.
"That Fox is at the apartment," Fathia whispered. Very quietly, hoping Jess wouldn't hear. But it turned out, Jesslyn Rasopati heard her perfectly well. There was only one woman who received the dreadful nickname from Fathia: Clara Jasson. A famous photo mode
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Sebastian answered with a confident nod. What Sebastian didn't prepare himself for was Fathia jumping out of her seat quickly. Approaching him and immediately giving him a tight hug. Along with words that sounded like music to Sebastian's ears, suddenly warming him up."Thank you, Uncle. I promise I'll make the most delicious coffee for you later."It took a few seconds for her not to move excessively, especially to return the girl's hug. "Yes. I'll wait."And during this breakfast session, Fathia spoke a lot. About anything. Sebastian only responded when necessary. It's not that he didn't want to, he was just used to not saying much but knowing for sure every change in this bright brown-haired girl. Especially her emotional state.Since her arrival a few days ago, Sebastian felt that Fathia was limiting herself. Ah, it was Sebastian himself who did that. His words were indeed too much. Working in two very different fields made his brain stiff. He shouldn
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