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Chapter 22: Friends, they are
The door swung as both Ryan and Ashton noticed a colossal figure coming in. Ryan peeking between Ashton’s arms as Ashton pressed his shoulders down to glue him with the chair, not letting him stand, in case he falls again. But as Ashton turned his face to see his long awaited friend Luke, his eyes widened to see the least expected person in his shop.
The guy with a bulky build walked in, his steps getting slower and face twisting as he saw Ryan and his boss in an awkward position, thinking he might have disturbed their private time.
“Owen?” Ryan mumbled, sitting on the chair underneath Ashton, still pressing his shoulders down as he heard him mumble, shocked to know they know each other.
“You know him, Ryan?” he looked down to his pinkish face, which turned a dark shade of pink as Ryan remembered his embarrassing encounter with him last time. Ashton backed away, thinking he made him uneasy.
“Should I leave now? Guess you’re busy doing s
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He Left With Nothing Chapter 28: To the event
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