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2024-10-29 19:42:56**CAMILLA**
I glanced at Dylan, more like fixed my gaze on him like the answers to my question would automatically pop up in my head. I don't want to believe my suspicions are right, but it's too much of a coincidence to ignore.If it's true, then everything else I've come to know tonight will just be a huge waste, it wouldn't matter if it's just been buttering me up for this big finale.I turned away after he didn't notice neither did I get any vibes to prove my theory wrong or right.In other news, Kyle and the girl finally noticed our presence. She narrowed her gaze on me, recognition flashed in her eyes, she blinked then whispered soemthing to him.He turned and his eyes went from me to the person standing beside me. To Dylan.I gulped hard as his face hardened.Kyle wasn't an angry person, it's one of the things I did genuinely like about him, but he does get a little jealous then protective, but never an angry peRelated chapters
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Living With The Player Author's Note
Firstly, I want to thank everyone who read this book with me. Honestly I didn't think it'll make it this far at all. it's my book but even I admit it's not that very good ｡◕‿◕｡ But even at that, I got support and I'm super happy. it makes my day reading the comments and for the mistakes and errors, I'll edit the book in my free time. it might take a while because of the word count, but I'll get it done. Thank you for finishing it despite the errors. You spent money on it ʘ‿ʘ It makes my day. If you're into a fast paced enemies to lovers, then you might want to check out my new book "A VOW TO HATE" I assure you, it's splended. Thank you for reading! So much love from my end, C.
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