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Little-angel POV

I trembled as I walked up to Oliver's door and could feel my heart racing. I inhaled deeply and lifted my hand to rap on the door. He hesitantly inquired about who it was as I heard a stern voice through the door.

"Who is it?" Oliver enquired while becoming irritated.

"It's me, Little-angel," I replied, my voice shaking slightly.

The door creaked open, revealing Oliver's tense body language.

I could feel my anxiousness rising as I could tell that he was really angry.

With his eyes getting smaller, he snapped, "What do you want?"

I struggled to keep my voice steady as I stumbled, "I just wanted to talk."

Oliver exhaled loudly, his annoyance clear. "All right, enter now."

I glanced at his face as I walked into the space. He softened and carved perplexity into his face. Before speaking, he was silent for a few period.

"What are you doing here?" Oliver asked, sounding more subdued than previously.

I couldn't help but shake and my hands started to perspire. I debated w
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