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CHAPTER XXVII: A TALK
Dominique Jaxson led the way and we stopped by a small river near the side of our Wrights Union’s territory. He let go of me and walked past me, making me look at his broad back and proud posture. “Who are you chasing after?” I slowly walked and stopped beside him, staring at his side profile while he’s busy staring at the flowing river. His sharp jawline, long lashes, pointed nose, and even his lips, how perfect can someone be? While I was busy dozing off while staring at him, I was surprised when he suddenly turned to look at me. “That bird says that woman from the Cerise Lagoon is lying. Can I assume you’re chasing that woman too?” he asked next, making me clear my throat and look at the river to focus on my thoughts, trying so hard to fall or any of his tricks that I doubt he’s awar
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