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LXXXV. Like An Embrace
Who knew that they would steal time again when they had already been doing it in the beginning? Back then, it was about turning the minutes of the day’s break into something meaningful. But now, it is more ambitious. It is as if there’s no tomorrow that Oneil wanted to give Essi the best. But instead of bringing her to places where they could be alone, he decided for them to stay in Willoughby. This is his non-verbal declaration that he wouldn’t let Ethan have his way to earn Essi’s heart. The arena blends them with other people as they watch the showjumping. Veterans and rookies are showing talents with their seasoned horses. While they are watching, he suddenly received a call from a mysterious number. He answered it anyway.
“Sir Oneil, may I know if you are with Miss Essi?” Victor asked.
“Yes, why?”
“I couldn’t seem to contact her. Her phone is out of range.”
“She’s with me. We’re both reconciled,’ he answered after moving a little away from
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