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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
EnigmaHi guys. Do you think there is chemistry between Adrian and Chiara?
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"Where were you?" Xavier's voice came from behind her. She stopped her movement and turned to look at him. "I was on a date." He appeared surprised at first, then the shock on his face morphed into curiosity. "I do not understand. Why did you go another date with him?" "Apparently, it is my duty as his fiancee." She said in a nonchalant way. "What?" He looked at her with shock. "Are you really going to marry him?" He asked with an angry expression on his face. "The jury is still out on that. Time will tell." He gasped then he ran his fingers through his hair. "Do you want to marry him?" She observed him, he seemed hurt, like he was in some sort of pain. "No." Xavier sighed in relief and smiled. He covered the space between them with quick strides. When he was standing right in front of her, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him. She
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The door opened and someone walked in. The door closed and the air in the room changed. Instantly, she knew it was Adrian. "You are late. Again." "I am sorry, there was traffic on my way back." Adrian replied. "Despite how much I hate apologies, I accept yours. After all, you did leave some entertainment for me." She chuckled as she remembered the image she saw when she first walked into the office. "It was quite a warm welcome. I am certain people of your gender will even refer to it as hot." She turned around to see Camille staring at her with shock. Adrian seemed annoyed, a muscle in his jaw was ticking. He glared at Camille like he was imagining killing her. "I am sure it was a mistake, whatever she did." "Oh! It was quite lovely actually." She walked over to him and stood just a feet away from him. "I am sure you would have loved it. In any case, the welcome was originally for you." Adrian clo
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