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Chapter 60 - F. Traditions
Ophelia POV I finished work, and I was dismissed for the evening. I was tired and couldn't imagine Talia enjoying this job, especially while pregnant. Nope, an office job was not for me. I exited the elevator and bumped into something. I lifted my gaze, thinking it could be Grecco, but the green eyes that stared back at me made me uncomfortable. “Watch it, Scar…” He said, and I nodded, “Thanks, I am off…” I sighed, and he chuckled. “I know. Still not wanting to give me the time of the day…” His eyes switched to orange, and I bit my lower lip. “I am sorry, I am tired… I must go home…” I said, not wanting to give away that I had no idea who the f**k the guy was, but at the same time, trying to keep it as vague as not to compromise my position. “Well, I will see you around…” I s
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