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Chapter 45

His death affected me more than I thought it would. He had become something of a son to me. I could still remember his funeral. As if it were a movie. A real movie right in front of me.

“You need to control yourself. Pierre turned to me. “Lock your thoughts.

- I'm sorry. I whispered.

Pierre's face instantly softened.

“I know Andreas' death hasn't been easy, but he wouldn't want you stuck in our room for a week, would he?

I shrugged.

“Come on, Jennifer! Pierre sighed, exasperated. - Get out.

My eyes widened. - Which?

- We're going out. Go take a shower and come back. I want you dressed in an hour and a half, or God help me...

- I do not want to go out! — I protested.

- I don't mind. Pierre looked at me. “We're leaving now. Or else, I'll call Adrian.

- No! I almost screamed. - I will.

The last time Pierre called Adrian, he literally pulled me out of bed and threw me into the icy spray of the shower.

- I'll make the coffee. Pierre smiled at me. - Wear so
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