Chapter 32 A nasty dream

Bella's POV

I flopped onto my bed and pressed the pillow over my face. Why? Why did I do that? Tonight had been too much, and I was feeling overwhelmed.

I nodded as I made excuses in my head.

He had surprisingly been nice. And maybe for a second, I didn't see him as some rude rich brat but as a frie...

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