Chapter 58 Book 2

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• As Evie stepped into the dimly lit lounge, the soft murmur of conversation and clinking of glasses filled the air. She scanned the room, her heart skipping a beat when her eyes landed on Chris sitting at a table in the corner. It had been what felt like an eternity since she had last seen him, and now here he was, looking as handsome as ever.
• With a mixture of apprehension and curiosity, Evie made her way over to his table. "Chris," she greeted him tentatively, a hint of uncertainty in her voice.