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Chapter 165

Author: Dchenemi
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ROMAN

I would've said no if I didn't feel so guilty after the words I'd said to Amelia that night. And she made it quite clear she wasn't asking for my permission, she just cared about me enough to let me know she was going out with a friend.

Vincent.

I don't like the man. Not one bit.

I hated the way he looked at her, the way he smiled at her and how easily he could make her laugh when I on the other hand…have only managed to make her cry that easily.

But she wanted to go…and despite myself I preferred it be with my next door neighbor than any other man.

Like Henderson.

And besides…she loves me.

Again but this time, I was the one who desperately wanted to get it from her.

She didn't say the words, not really…but she accepted it.

And that was enough for me.

And I honestly couldn't believe just how stupid I'd been in the past.

I wanted so much to not be the man everyone thought me to be yet, I became even worse to her. Because I thought she was the reason for my un
Dchenemi

Another chapter will be out in a few hours. I have a test. Have a wonderful day!

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Vera
Roman is really confusing…in everything. I am afraid he will betray Amelia. It was actually very “suspicious” that he looked at Amy with different eyes once she changed her hair colour and became blond like Bertha. He needs to be honest with himself and women around him
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