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Someday, you’ll understand. Yes, because they are my secrets like your secrets are, obviously, your own. But I know most of them already, I’m betting.

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Calmly, his gaze travels down to her feet and he slowly lets it move back upon her face. β€œCareful, now, Olivia. I enjoy you. But your sister would never forgive me if I were to . . . defend myself against you and your little pet.”

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β€œSounds like such a tedious time. And I thought you stopped looking for your family in other people. Was a trip to your world not enough?” He asks carelessly, adjusting his cufflinks as he watches her reaction very carefully.

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He’s been standing there long enough to remain undetected until he spoke. Her alertness makes him smirk slightly. β€œI could feel your misery from Central Park,” he remarks, stepping forward to lean against the railing, β€œwhat has gotten you down, pink one?”

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β€œOh, gods be good,” he mutters under his breath, scrubbing a palm down his face. Why does everyone listen to that woman? β€œI didn’t know she signed your paychecks for you to be so . . . obedient. Why not make your own decisions for once?”