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2023-02-20 00:40:16Eleonor gives a forced smile, which brings discomfort to Giovanni's chest. This isn't what he was expecting. Not this defiance, this boldness. He wanted to watch her despair. He wanted to watch her cry, to sniff out her fear. Yet, this courage made his cock twitch. What the hell is wrong with him?
“If that's so, then you broke the clause too.” Eleonor snorts.
“No. I didn't break it.”
“Yes, you did. You slept with the girl at the bar, not your wife...”
“You're wrong, darling. I didn't sleep with just a girl I met at the bar. Do you think I wouldn't recognize my wife? I always knew it was you.”
Those words cause a painful mix of uncertainty. It's as if they're shallow and too deep at the same time... like a sweet trap made to catch those who do not look carefully. Or don't listen attentively. Eleonor felt the ambiguity but was blind to understand it. Of course, her survival instinct would speak louder t
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... For everyone who followed this far. Well… it's finally over. I don't really know how to feel. I'm happy and, at the same time, sad. I already miss Giovanni and Eleonor. It was my first book this big… and I really tried, I did my best to make it perfect, to make the ending satisfying. And looking back on those 240k+ words, those chapters, those four months of writing… It was all worth it, and I know I'll miss it. At least, I'm happy to have given a good ending to this couple that conquered me. And I hope they conquered you too. Giovanni and Eleonor almost created a life of their own. I left the script and let the flow go the way they would like, and I'm happy with the result. I hope that in the future, I can tell a little more about the stories of other remarkable characters. But this is about Eleonor and Giovanni, and the family they've created despite all the odds. And I like to want to thank you all very much. Each of you is precious to me, and I hope you enjoyed my book.
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