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#19 The Deal with the Devil
"Where had you gone?" Jena asked, pouting as soon as Asher appeared after the purplish smoke. She had looked for Asher everywhere after waking up from her nap. But she could not find him. First, she frowned, believing the evil witch had sent him off. But when she found Wicca enjoying a glass of wine by the pool, she sighed with relief, waiting for Asher to return, eating carbs to make her feel better. "I had some business to attend. Stop being my wife!" Asher retorted, walking inside the washroom. Asher felt bad for ranting to Jena. She looked genuinely concerned for him, and that was what was bothering him. He had kept no one longer than two days. And here Jena was with him for more than a week now. And the worst is, he was finding it hard to send her off. His position did not allow h
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