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Chapter 362 – Cold-Hearted
"I would never want to learn anything from you. You can't be trusted," Edie replied frigidly. A sheepish grin appeared on Aaron's face as she looked back at her. "Honestly, I don't care." He shrugged and pointed to the door, "It's time for dinner. Shall we go?" He looked at Edie, but she never moved. "That wasn't a question. That was an order," he insisted. Edie hesitated, but what choice did she have. She had to do what he asked. She clenched her jaw and followed him. As she looked around the castle, she was amazed to see such beauty. There was a Spanish rug on the shining wood floor, marble tables here and there. It had an old fashioned dining room, complete with oil paintings, red-velvet chairs, and overhead, a brass, and crystal chandelier. As she walked down the stairs, Anne waved e
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