Arranged To The Devil (Incest Romance) Prt 8
Chapter 8 Hassan’s POV "Wow, you have a penthouse too?" She asked, rushing over to the floor-to-ceiling window. "Wow!" she continued, her voice filled with astonishment. "The view of the sea; it’s dark now, but I can imagine how beautiful it must be at day." "Yes, we’ll have dinner on the roof," I replied. She tore her gaze away from the skyline, though we were seventy feet up. Despite the height, she didn’t seem bothered. "I believe you’d rather be here than at the house," I added. "Your house is like a museum," she said. "Filled with too many artifacts." I took off my jacket. "They were collected from my grandfather’s time. They’ve been cleaned and polished for preservation." "I noticed. I could smell the heavy polish," she said, her nose crinkling slightly. "Come with me," I gestured, leading her toward another room. Over the course of a year, I’d learned everything...
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