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48: Winning Him
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2024-07-04 20:08:48Fenella’s POV
I opened the car door on my side and quickly got out of the red Ferrari. I slammed the door shut and hurriedly ran towards the door of my apartment. My hands hugged me tightly as the uncontrollable tears resurfaced. Then I quickly unlocked the apartment door and entered the stairwell.
"Fenella! Wait!"
Laird seemed to be chasing after me, but I didn't care about him. I quickly walked up the stairs as fast as I could until I reached the third floor. Apparently, Laird was still following me all the way to the end of the third floor.
I gasped for breath after climbing the stairs as fast as I could. When I turned around, Laird had caught up to me and grabbed my hand.
"Fenella. Why are you still angry?"
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