Chapter 41 A stranger’s Plague

EMBER's POV

I didn't respond to his question immediately but looked down at the document in front of me.

Every pain I've felt this past couple of years, I've only felt because of my love for Paris. I know within the heart of my heart, that love never had to be so hard, and I slowly nodded,

"Yes, Paris. It's exactly what I want."

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In a bid to move on with my life, I called William up to have dinner with him, under the guise of thanking him for how much of a good friend he'd been to me lately. It was at a nice and quiet restaurant, not so far from his new firm, and the spot we sat in offered some privacy,

"You look better than the last time I saw you."

"the last time you saw me was the day I visited Paris's grandfather. Did I really look that bad?" I asked, teasing him, and he shook his head,

"not bad. You could never look bad. But I suppose there's been a lot on your mind."