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Excerpt 3a.
She didn't let him.
In fact, Anarieveta began avoiding him again. This time, harder than the first time.
Two months after their night together, Gedony Raskin has had it with her. He has done everything within his power to see Anarieveta again, but she always evaded him.
He's in the school? She's suddenly out of the premises according to her assistant.
He's in her office? She's not around.
He goes to her home? Everywhere is locked.
The next thing he heard is, she has gone to the palace to spend some time with her godson, the little Prince.
Their night together lives in his head always, he hasn't been able to forget it. And frankly, it hurt him that she moved on without him. How can she just forget that beautiful intimate moment like it never happened?
"Papa, papa,
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