This chapter is dedicated to DaoistDgZCVq. Hey Daoist, thanks for the golden ticket.
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When morning came, Harlow rolled on the soft mattress spreading her arms and legs as she buried her head deeper into the softness. Her nose twitched the the sweet smell of roses. Alanis's good morning gestures have become a part of her life because why was she perceiving roses when there were no roses in this room?
That stupid man... Her face contoured to disgust as she thought of him. The sheer thought of him alone can change her mood in the blink of an eye.
He had successfully invaded her life, now he was invading her favorite scent too. Harlow's frown deepened. It would take her a while to get that man off her head and thoughts for good.
It's a good thing she came here, he would never be able to find her ever.