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Chapter 18 : A dream was still a dream
There was no need for verbal communication between the Alpha and beta. They worked in sync without talking. Asael stayed on the side while Silas made the arrangements. His eyes lingering on Stella's figure as much as possible without being labelled as inappropriate. His shirt was a bit messy and the sleeves were rolled down. His trousers were straight, emphasizing the length of his legs. His black hair fell messily over his forehead but it was evident that he pushed them up multiple times. Stella failed to realise how she was openly staring back at Asael to notice his gaze. It wasn't until the smell of food invaded her senses that she looked away. "I got held up with something." Asael casually resported. He sat on the same spot where he did last time. "I wanted to make up for my
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