"Ariella, what are you doing here?" I asked nonchalantly. "My calls were not returned, and you weren't responding to any of my messages." She whispered anxiously, "I'm worried." She kept biting her lower lip, and I can't help but feel compelled to kiss her passionately right now. "I'm worried about you." I tried to retain a straight expression before answering her, "I have important matters to attend to. And besides, it’s not that I haven’t completed my job, right?" "Elliot." "How did you find out where I live?" She fumbled for a moment before turning to look at Kyle, who was close behind me. I already knew the reason without her saying a word. "I'm sorry, El. I begged Kyle to give me your address. Please do not get mad at him." "You didn't ask, sweetie." Kyle said. I immediately glared daggers at him because of the way he addressed my Ari. Is she your Ari, Elliot? You are just her best friend! So stop dreaming. The punk, on the other hand, just ignored me. "You didn't ask, sweet
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