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79. A Passionate Reconciliation

Author: UHASA
last update Last Updated: 2023-07-08 01:20:59
Michael's POV -

"Okay, then. If you guys want to solve it by yourself. I am not saying anything. However, I am just a knock away from you, my child." Dad pats her shoulder and leaves by giving me a gaze of rage.

I take baby steps toward her. She changes her direction so I take faster steps and hold her right hand. "Listen to me, please." I plead, feeling the weight of the situation. I don't know why she is so stubborn.

She clenches her fist, her eyes burning with stubbornness. "I have no interest in listening to your intimacy with another girl," she retorts, her words hitting me like a punch to the gut. It's clear that convincing her won't be easy. I steel myself, determined to make her hear me out. "Won't you at least hear me out?" I ask, my determination solidifying.

She forcefully pulls her hand from my grip, her voice laced with defiance. "No, you can't force me, Mr. Pattinson," she states, uttering my last name with a touch of venom. It stings to hear her say it with such disd
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Hello readers, Are you loving Michael's way to console Abigail? Next chapter, Mature content alert... Hehehe

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