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Chapter 89

(Emily's POV)

Cutlery scrapes the plate, there’s wet chewing and loud swallowing. Elbows are drawn in, backs straight, and my eyes falling everywhere but on their eyes.

This is the quietest and most awkward breakfast I have ever experienced since I am back here in LA.

I bet Lea and Steve fought by the time of their date. They're having a lover's quarrel which infuriated me more. I'm having trouble to swallowed my dinner because I was full from the Starbucks free meal given by a handsome priest.

I'm still wondering if he really is a priest or was just devoted.

Wait... Why did I conclude that he is a priest? On what grounds?

Why am I bothered anyway? And I should not give a damn about that stranger's life.

I was startled when Lea dropped her spoon with a loud clangor on her plates and grabbed a glass of water from the water pitcher. Right then, Steve stood up with a loud creek from the chair and was open the fridge to grab a bottle of water before he slammed closed the fridge door with
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